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Brave Wings

Ten Years Without Dave

Brave does not mean unafraid.
I am brave.
But I have been very afraid.
Many times.

Learning to live without someone, well...
this is the part where
you find out what you're made of.

Dave's dying has changed me.
Changed everything, really.

None for the best,
no, not the best.

But some are good.
Yes, there is good.

I am brave.
Kenny, Zach, Kate...
they are brave,

Strong, real, true,

Would we be if Dave were here?
I think so.
But the quality would be

Growth borne of pain
is different than
growth nurtured from joy.

We are tempered by fire.
and yes


People say
it gets easier,
time heals.

I still disagree.

they wonder how
I do it.
They think they
could not be
so strong,
so brave.

You can, darling.
It's only repetition,

I am practiced in pain.
Adept in grief.
I am better at it now.
I can move nimbly through it,
knowing there is no way
only through.
I have exercised
just the right movements
a million times.
Those muscles are strong,
making it

I am not the same.
Never the same.

But neither would I be
if Dave were here.

Life is about changing,
and yes,

And being brave,
whatever comes.

Did you know
are stronger
than skin?
Invisible scars
knit me together.
And make me
Make me

"Courage, dear heart." C.S. Lewis

So we can rise up
and embrace
what is,
what will be.
Even as we
what was.

Moving forward,
letting go.

But I bring a little piece
of you
with me
I go.


  1. As a woman who understands the power of words and the grief you carry, these words you have written are raw, beautiful and full of truth. I have the Elizabeth Kubler-Ross quote on my fridge to read daily - "You will be whole again but you will never be the same again. Nor should you be the same, nor should you want to." Thanks for sharing your words, they matter and have an impact. ~k

  2. Michelle, this is so beautifully written. So inspiring.

  3. Michelle, this is so beautifully written. So inspiring.


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