My days have been rich and full. The tears still come easily enough and I'm okay if they do. But the joy of life is there too among those tears. Sometimes I wonder how that can be since I miss him so much. Maybe it's the way I feel he's with me still. Somehow I don't feel alone and I know I never will.
When I lost him I was faced with decisions and tasks that were hard. Those who helped me and loved me through the hardest of times are etched into my heart. The grace that reached out to me, that still reaches out, made an impact in my life that made all the difference.
But today is rainy. And a bit cold.
I feel as though the hardest things we have to deal with in our lives have the potential to bring the greatest good. And they have. Our sense of what is important is heightened and we aren't as easily disturbed by petty things... something unique is acquired. A byproduct, not sought after, but acquired none the less. Truly in dark times the eye begins to see. If we want to.
I want to.