As Bright as Heaven

by Susan Meissner

Maybe this is what losing a child does to you. It peels off the top layer of who you are, like a snake shedding its skin, and underneath is new skin, and because it’s new, it’s not the same.

Different doesn’t have to mean things can’t be made good again, does it? Besides. Home isn’t a place where everything stays the same; it’s a place where you are safe and loved despite nothing staying the same. Change always happens. Always.

We adjust to it. Somehow we figure out a way. We straighten what we can or learn how to like something a little crooked.