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 […]
It’s OK to let little things like an oximeter that once measured life giving O2 to aerate memories, push up tears, and remind me that my husband lived…and then died. It’s OK to be reminded of final moments. It’s OK to be reminded of the one who loved me and I loved back and who […]