5 months today. During this first year, it feels right to mark the months. In some ways, it feels like 5 years. In other ways, it feels like 5 days. The details of the morning I received the “are you sitting down” phone call remain fresh in my memory.
Sharing my grief journey continues to provide some sense of meaning and purpose in an otherwise vast wilderness of discomfort: Not all pain. Not all sadness. Emptiness of a spirit waiting to be refilled, drop by drop. Profound gratitude. Reorientation towards a new vision of the future, where hope abounds, because there is always hope in Christ.
Always forward. Peace, friends.