I am often moved by words so simple, it seems difficult to explain the depth of emotion they evoke. I find deep comfort in the words I read and at times the words I write. The famous Haiku written by Japanese poet & Samurai warrior Mizuta Masahide speaks to my soul:
Barn's burned down
now
I can see the moon...
now
I can see the moon...
This is the first time I speak publicly of our pilgrimage. We are so proud of our oldest son, Peter. How moving it is to see his compassion, drive, dedication and courage during his most desperate hour. He has survived the unimaginable and has gracefully found his way. Peter's world disintegrated... extinguished before his eyes. How painful it is to watch your child grieve and be able to do nothing. How difficult it is to grieve for your child, who is grieving for their child. How helpless you feel, how unimaginable the loss.
We are left to hope that there is a reason for this journey. A purpose yet to be revealed. It seems we have caught a glimpse of that elusive moon. How extraordinary Peter's journey and what a blessing it is to watch him emerge from the ruins. With character, determination, and unconditional love he has persevered from the most desperate of times. In reverence and admiration, we feel honored to bear witness to his rebirth, in Ella's name.
