Remembering Molly ..
I hope this post finds you well as we approach the festive season. I was thinking tonight that it has been almost a week since my last post, and that's too long. I haven't been feeling too well in the emotional sense, so I thought I would share a heartfelt reflection on a little girl who holds a special place in our hearts – Molly.
This past Sunday was a tough day for me .. I found myself missing Molly terribly. The weather was gloomy, and perhaps that added to the heaviness in my heart. The realization hit hard that Molly wouldn't be joining us for Christmas this year, and that thought brought tears to my eyes.
Our home, usually filled with the joyous noise of friends and family during the holiday season, will feel a bit emptier without Molly's little presence. She had a way of making every gathering brighter with her charming company. During our Christmas Eve open house party, even as folks would come and go with laughter and noise, Molly could always be found in her spot on the couch, calm as a cucumber.
Molly's favorite spot .. A cozy pillow bed shaped like a dog (with blanket on top to make it all that more comfy for her), still sits in the corner of the couch where we used to spend countless evenings together as a family – my wife, myself, and Molly. We affectionately called it her "pillow throne" because, perched on it, she looked like a little princess. It's a painful thought to consider moving it for Christmas Eve, but perhaps it's a necessary step.
Christmas Is Fast Approaching ..
As I walked around the house last Sunday .. Memories of Molly flooded my mind. I couldn't help but think about her favorite spots and the joy she brought to our lives. Despite the sorrow, I also took a moment to appreciate the hard work we put into adorning our home with beautiful Christmas decorations.
And Many Many More .. I won't bore you.
Thirteen trees .. Each one carefully placed, stand proudly in our home. Countless Santa figurines and miscellaneous decorations add a festive touch to every corner. Among them, one particular item stands out – a tiny black and white Shih Tzu figurine, much like Molly and even Pepper, peacefully lying on a little pillow under our 13-foot Christmas tree in the foyer. While Molly never laid there, the image evokes memories of her peaceful sleep.
It's been only 11 weeks since Molly left us .. And the pain is still very raw. The holidays, especially, amplify the sense of loss. Yet, as I reflect on the memories we shared, I am reminded that healing takes time. Moving forward, I'll try to remember to cherish the joyful moments Molly brought into our lives and try to find comfort in the beautiful holiday decorations she used to (fearfully) enjoy.
Yeah.. That's why I said "Fearfully" .. hehehe
As we navigate the holiday season ..
Let's hold onto the memories of our loved ones, both human and furry, who may not be physically present but remain in our hearts.
A Soft Bed Sits Empty
A Poem By BDMiller
In the hush of snowfall, 'neath the starry gleam,
A tale unfolds, a poignant Christmas dream.
A hearth aglow with memories we weave,
In the silent night, where love cannot deceive.
In the quiet chambers of our hearts, we bear,
The weight of loss, a burden hard to share.
A little girl named Molly, so tender and small,
Her absence a whisper in the festive hall.
Beneath the tree, adorned with glistening light,
The clicks of nails echo through the silent night.
Tiny stockings hung with care, yet one remains,
A haunting reminder of love's enduring strains.
The ornaments sparkle, a tear-streaked sheen,
As we navigate this Christmas in between.
The joy that once danced in Molly's bright eyes,
Now echoes in the wind's soft lullabies.
The twinkling lights, like hopeful stars above,
Illuminate a tapestry of grief and love.
Through each ornament, a cherished memory,
Of our darling Molly, forever in reverie.
A soft bed sits empty by the fireside's glow,
A lullaby whispers in the falling snow.
The first noel silenced, yet love persists,
In every gentle snowflake, in each tender twist.
The Christmas feast, a table spread with care,
An empty chair, a space too much to bear.
Yet, in the silence, Molly's spirit weaves,
A tapestry of love that never leaves.
Through twinkling lights and snowflakes' descent,
Her essence lingers, a cherished sacrament.
A Christmas carol sung in the heart's embrace,
A melody of love, transcending time and space.
So let the tears fall like snow on the eaves,
For Molly, our angel, who softly leaves.
In the stillness of night, we feel her near,
A Christmas lullaby, a love sincere.
For in loss, we find a strength to endure,
A love that persists, radiant and pure.
In the echoes of barking, the warmth of embrace,
Molly lives on, in the spirit of grace.
