Walking at the Gardens seeing twos strolling along in winter sunshine for a fleeting moment I was tempted to despair–yet I chose to thank God for forty two years of being loved and cherished. I didn’t feel alone anymore.
Layered loss as time goes on grief sandwiched in between joy, compassion, weariness of body and soul. Tending to dad recovering supporting mom recognizing the sea change ahead. Joying in grandsons’ smiles and laughs and antics across the miles. Grateful for God’s thread of grace that weaves in and out reminding me of a love…
To Be Honest
Going through grief makes me feel so vulnerable…one moment I am confident that starting a blog about the journey of grief is a good thing…and then doubts follow. I think I should abandon the whole idea for fear I won’t follow through with what I began. I raise the question, “What more can I add…