For the One Left Behind

It's like walking around in the fog or in a daze. At the end of the day, we wonder where the day went. Why didn't any of the things get done that needed to be done so badly. But, there's always tomorrow or next week.

It will take a while... I don't even like the phrase "it will get better"... more like we continue on in spite of the pain, the loss, the loneliness, the sleepless nights when we wonder thru the house looking for something to do, avoiding the things that must get done. Crying at unexpected moments over silly little things. Smiling thru the tears. Reliving the memories of years gone by... cherishing the good, the precious, the bad, and sometimes even the ugly.

It must be different for each one, but it's a road that has to be traveled to get to the new life we create, each at our own pace. Whether we like it or not, we do change, turn lose of what used to be and move on. At times being prodded and pushed by those who love us. It took me a little over a year to get around to cleaning out his closet, but I finally did it! When I was ready.

I wish for us all the peace that surpasses all understanding and the courage to keep movin' down this road we call LIFE.