That’s the thing, for me, grief has left me speechless.
From a girl who loves to sing, dance, and love with her whole being.
From a girl who started talking later then what was expected and needed speech pathology as a child.
My mother would often joke, she wouldn’t talk until she was 6, but once she did, I couldn’t get her to sh*t up.
My father always says, Melanie does things on her own time table. She beats to the rhythm of her own drum.
I can tell you, grief has left me speechless.
I literally feel like I need to learn to speak all over again.
I look back on the beautifully written facebook and blog posts, and I go, who is that girl?
I put on my favorite music, to sing to, and it takes every once of my being to sing along.
Showing people I love them has transformed from words of encouragement to a heartfelt gesture that sometimes goes unnoticed.
I don’t recognize the person I have become.
For those that have patience with me while I try to communicate to the best of my ability, from the bottom of my heart, Thank you!
