I'm sharing this in honor of the brave folks of the Twitterverse, who participate each week in the #PTSDChat hashtag conversation on Wednesday nights.
Sometime I may tell more of her story, but for now, this is as far as I can go.
The rain is falling outside and I’m not thinking of anything
really. Just watching the drops come down, splattering on the grass and road
and window, when you come to my mind, uninvited, rushing in as always all
bright eyes and out of control curls, grabbing my hand and pulling me from my
reverie.
Come dance! It’s
raining! Come dance with me!
Giggling, tugging, skipping, you lead and I follow, pulled
by an unstoppable force, unadulterated joy in its purest form. We dance… You
dance, and I watch as you spin and twirl and run and stumble and move through
the rain, letting it splash over you, letting it wet your hair, which makes it
even more unmanageable, letting it wet your face and your teeth as you smile
into the sky, laughing all the time.
Dance safe my beautiful sweet girl. Let the rain fall and
splatter on the grass under your brown bare feet. Let it soak into that wild
hair and make it even more wild. Spin around and laugh and laugh. Let heaven
ring with your laughter. Let it embrace that joy and keep it safe. Someday,
maybe, I’ll be able to dance with you again.
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