Me: Change In Time

Years have passed. Now there are three grandchildren...but only two children for one saw her way home to heaven. Time can be as sweet as honey and as bitter as chicory. It stops for no one and cannot be slowed or rushed. I watch as others move quickly forward trying to push the boundries of time while I am locked in moments of times gone by...memories of childhood laughter, of sweet moments shared throughout time. I see time pass before my eyes until I reach this moment once again knowing I must continue to move forward through the pain of loss. The hands of time continue to shift and change yet I cannot seem to catch up...I am not there yet...I am still moving forward while looking back. I see her as both a child and a mother; a daughter and a wife. The time will come when the pain will ease but that time is not yet...she has only just left...it takes time!