This is a picture that Peter took of me on a trip up the coast. I was writing my thoughts and prayers in my journal. It was helpful then… and it is helpful now. With Peter’s death came shock and numbness, (even though I had known what was coming for almost 4 years, you are never ready for death). Now the reality that he is gone is becoming very real to me. I recently took a trip to see my Mom in Washington, it was my first trip there without Peter, first plane ride without him there, first lonely dining experience in the airport, and the list of firsts goes on and on. There is a great sadness that underlies everything for me now, and I miss Peter so much. I am learning a lot about grief and realize that there is no way around it. I must take it head on, and do the hard work it requires in order to begin the healing process. I am thankful for the wonderful family and friends in my life who are there to hep me through the really hard days and nights. When I look ahead at the path for my life, I see a big blank wall. I cannot see through the fog yet. But I am taking it one day at a time, just like I did when Peter was sick. God saw us through then and he will see me through now.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
Lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge him and he will direct your paths.