As I reflect on my life with Mom I have so much to be grateful for including the life lessons she instilled as I grew.
It's been over ten years now. Ten long/quick years. I learned how to breathe again. I am keeping my promise to her to look after my 91 year old dad and I count blessings because he is still with me.
Grief is fickle. Do you experience fickleness in your grief? One day I can talk openly; other days - like yesterday, the tears fall and I felt like I couldn't cope.
I think it's because I am getting older, as death walks around swinging her wretched blade, with abandon.
But it's okay.Today is an okay day. Dad is doing well for his age. I really never expected him to live past six months of Mom dying, but he did. And I am grateful. It's a bit of a journey some days. And I have to admit that sometimes I feel a little trapped caring for my lovely Poppa Bear 24/7. But I know it is a season and then God gives me a scripture to get me through.
He whispered a little something to me this morning, actually: