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I WANT TO GO BACK !!!!!!!!!!!

I am in a whirlwind spinning and spinning,
It tosses things in my world to different places,
Places out of my reach, places that I can not touch.
The storm stops and sets me down occasionally,
and I look around and everything is different.
Yet, I want them to go back!!!!

Of  course that is impossible and I know this.
I search the area for all the pieces of memories so I will not lose them.
I collect them, treasure them, and store them up within me.
I go to them in my quiet times and try to put the pieces together again,
I fail because it not achievable anymore.

Then the whirlwind picks me back up and starts the process over again!!!!
                
                                                     BY: Regina Holsted

Observation today

   We have a stray dog that is now, I suppose, ours and she had eight cute little puppies. I say this to tell a story! It seems that one of her puppies died and was covered up under the bedding. The puppy was beginnig to smell and so with the unpleasant smell we discovered him.  Rather than picking the dead pup up, we just removed the other puppies and took the bedding, puppy and all and threw in our dumpster. Shortly after, the mom dog discovered the missing puppy; she knew that one of her babies was missing. I am working in the yard and I hear her making this horrible whimpering sound and setting at the base of the dumpster. She left her 7 healthy pups to look for the one that was gone. She could smell her babies scent and knew it was there. I led her back, with sorrow in my heart for her, to her other puppies. Several times while I was outside I found her sitting at the dumpster crying. This made my mind reflect on two things.......the first one being what a pic of Jesus' love I was seeing. The bible speaks of the shepard leaving the flock and searching for the lost sheep, likewise is HIS love for his lost children. The second reflection was how I left my healthy kids to care for my sick one. I missed them terribly but my sick one needed me more so that is where I went. Now that Chris is gone, so many times I am like the momma dog who left her 7 pups to sit at the place where her dead pup was. I do this at times too, although just mentally I leave, but I still leave and withdraw to bask in the memory of my baby boy. Just like the momma dog crying for her pup so am I...........I sit, I mourn, I cry, and I run to the place where his body was laid to rest. I find it odd to relate everything in life to my son but I do, without effort I see him in EVERYTHING, every situation.