Not sure how to really start this article. I have written about several topics, most are stories of life and faith. Reading some of the well-written articles from contributors on Bizcatalyst 360° regarding the same, including how to write well, tips for writing, and lastly, don’t be afraid of what is hidden within, was inspirational for me. Hats off to those Contributors.
At the end of 2015, my daughter informed me that I was no longer wanted in her life and that included my grandchildren. I was in shock, to say the least, and not sure where things would go. I knelt on my knees asking God to help me get through this as I was not sure I could, and that I was ready to go home if it was His call.
As a New Year began and I eased into it with keeping busy with church duties and connecting with an old friend who also had experienced a painful event, my pain seemed to lessen, and clarity set in. Each day was better, but there was a permanent hole left in my heart that will remain empty.
Now fast forward nearly three years later, birthday’s, holidays, have passed when I would have been able to spend time with my grandchildren, and let my daughter know that her birthday did not come and go without thoughts, as well as Mother’s Day. I had no way to let them know, because gifts went without acknowledgment, not knowing if they were ever received, along with cards, no way to communicate because I have been blocked in all ways, I had only one thought left.
So I purchased a chest and each birthday, holiday, special day, I purchase a card and write a message, date it and slip it into the chest I have hidden with my living trust, knowing someday, these cards and wishes will make it to them. There is another part of this story, which will remain unwritten for now.
The other day I looked into the “Hidden Chest” and realized it’s getting full and I will have to purchase another one soon.