Lynn Woodruff Gray

Grief is a long road without end, and time is not the healer, but what you do with that time that heals. The choices you make in your journey meet with many challenges, but there is always an open door for better days. You may take two steps forward and six steps back, but it is those two steps that will make the difference. Holding to the rope railings of a swinging bridge as you move forward, is a shaky endeavor, but not one that can’t be accomplished if you keep moving. This is what Lynn realized when coming to terms with her emotions. It was like sittin’ at a bus stop, waitin’ on a train.

In 2014, Lynn experienced the loss of her son. While he was 46 years old, he was still her first born and a big part of her life. She thought she was coming through the grief just fine until she realized she was living in a fog of denial. Keeping busy had not proved to be the answer. Her first concept of this was her own knowledge of trying to make everyone else happy. People don't want you around when you are the picture of gloom and doom. Their attentions are good, but they don't know how to help. One friend did know how to make those days brighter because all she did was listen.

It was on one of those evenings surrounded by friends, a song was sung, and the words opened Lynn's eyes to the direction of her life. "I sit on the porch and I rock back and forth, waiting for you to come home. I know where you are but I swear that's your car, until it drives on by and it's gone." Accepting reality was ok, but facing reality is what Lynn had not done.

When words fail, music speaks. Read "Sittin' at a Bus Stop, Waitin' on a Train" and see how the words of a song helped her life to find new meaning.