Since Michael's passing I have felt like someone pulled a loose thread on a tapestry or a loose piece of yarn from some crocheted afghan and I began to unravel. I was a mess. But slowly I began to rewind my mess and put it in a neat ball so that I could once again begin to weave my life.
For awhile I was content to lay on the floor in in puddle of emotion and have no purpose. I cried all the time and my compass no longer pointed North. It just spun around looking for North or a destination.
Little did I know that I was in my destination. Though still on a journey, I am where I am suppose to be. I cry less these days, tho in a moment I can feel the tears well-up when I think of Michael. But I smile now more when I think of him and remember our time together.
I survived my first Mother's Day without him. I still have the four month anniversary of his death on the 18th of May and the 23rd of May will be the one year anniversary of his diagnosis.
I can't believe that the days are flying by so fast and each one moves me farther away. Time might move me farther away, but it can not move him from my heart and mind. He is with me. He will always be with me.
Our Lord promised that He would be with us always. He promised us Eternal Life. In these past months I have felt the Lord moving in my life in ways I never imagined. He has showered me with blessings.
I thank you for your many and wondrous blessings that you shower on me daily. I look forward to the resurrection of the dead and life eternal with you. I know that I have much to do. Let us pick up our thread and begin to re-weave my life.