We Are The Bridge

Mother's Day will be hard this year without Aaron.  The phone will not ring on Sunday.  A good friend of mine from the MJ fam sent me a book that has daily meditations to work through grief.  I wanted to post yesterday's entry in the book, it is for Aaron, and for all of you who have lost a loved one.  It is especially for a MJ fam member who recently lost her son.  Although this entry was written by a woman who lost her daughter, it is poignant and near to my heart.

"They are everywhere -- the reminders of our loss. The ricochet off one another, fill the empty spaces of our lives.

My granddaughter comes to visit.  She is just the age -- my daughter was when she was a flower girl in my sister's wedding.  I have saved the dress.  It fits my dark-haired granddaughter as it my my dark-haired daughter.  My granddaughter tries it on, turns this way and that in front of the mirror.  'I like it', she says.  It is hers.

My daughter lived more than a dozen years after she wore that dress.  And yet...the dress calls back not only the delight we all took in that wedding, but the death years later of the one who wore the dress.

Later in the visit, I read to this small, wonderful child a story that had been a favorite of my daughter's.  Behind my voice I hear my daughter's voice at two and a half, anticipating the words as we turned each page.  The reminder is a shadow.  It is also sunlight -- wonderful, giving sunlight -- that this precious child whom my daughter never saw delights in her dress and her storybook, and that I am a bridge between these two." 

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This applies to my life, because I will have to remind those who come after Aaron of who he was.  But it is also a reminder to the MJ fam that we will have to do the same thing for Michael Jackson.  We are the bridge between those who don't know Michael.  We are, the bridge.