Grief wakes me early. Maybe it’s the same for you?
This morning, scrolling social media as I do in the early hours, I came across a video, sharing a story from a woman from Ukraine.
The piece was about how this woman’s husband, serving in the army, had been taken to Russia as a prisoner of war. He had been away for two years. In that time, they had not spoken or had any kind of contact. Silence.
Finally, thank goodness, he was released. For her, out of the blue and suddenly, he called her.
She said “we wanted to tell each other everything, but we didn’t know where to start, so much had happened over the past two years”.
As I saw this, the tears came. Thinking of what a moment it would be, if my phone rang and it was Tom calling. To hear his voice, to be back as we were, together, before cancer came, took him and ruined everything. My friends, you will know at once what I mean. Do you long for that, too?
If a miracle happened, and he called - what would I say? I love you, I love you, I love you - the last words I said to him as he died, will be where the conversation starts again. Me to him and back again.
All I would want is to hear his voice, hear his words, feel that sense of calm, safety and security that he gave me, that I lost and miss so much. I would bathe in it, swim in it, hold it close, never to give it up.
I know I will see him again in time, and for now, I must wait patiently, as the woman from Ukraine surely did.
What would you say, if the phone rang, and your beloved was on the line?
Hold tight everyone - we will be ok x