I believe my heart has strings! I say this because my life is attached to many things. My family, my friends, my dogs, my hopes and my memories all receive their own attachment.

heartstringsUsually these strings remain stable often held by my happiness or sadness. I am thankful that they exist holding on to me each day of my life.  But at times these are pulled tight by love, concern and devotion to those things I hold dear.

When I left my granddaughter last week, I felt my heartstrings pull so tightly I thought they would suffocate my chest. I can still hear her sobs, feel her hug and smell her chlorine coated hair from our afternoon swim.  Though I am sad, I also cherish having had this experience of just being… Mamie… one of her three grammas! All of this would have to last until my next visit.

I believe that heart strings have no definite length. I believe they can stretch around the world if necessary. I believe they even reach to heaven held on by hands of those who loved us here on earth.  That is a serene gift from our God.

About the Author

Maryann Hartzell-Curran, a retired educator and counselor, has written a personal account of her journey through the first year of grieving the loss of her husband in her book, “From We to Me,” to help support those who have suffered the loss of a loved one.
Maryann founded a successful family therapy practice and taught in the public and private sectors. She also founded and directed a church-based preschool in Lombard, Ill., and gained experience working with the elderly as director of a senior dining center. She has a bachelor’s degree in education from the University of Wisconsin and a master’s degree in counseling from Illinois Benedictine University.

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