Things have changed greatly. I'm alone for quite literally the first time in my life. I went from the protection and care of my mother straight into the arms of some man for the past 10 years. I didn't think I could do it on my own. I didn't know how strong and capable I am. I didn't know how strong this fiber was. I know now. And it's a hard lesson, but I'm enjoying the learning. I'm too old to not recognize a lesson when I see (or am in) one. It's just me and my kids. I'm now their earthly protection, their guide, their model to see that struggle happens, but so does sweet rest after it's done. My family and friends have been so amazing. It's odd, I've actually lost more of both after doing what they all wanted me do than when I was "in it"and they were trying to coax me out. Why is that I wonder? It makes little to no sense, but I have grieved their loss as an actual death, and now am watching the beauty emerging before me. There are also restored relationships, brand new ones. As glorious and as welcome as a spring day after a very very long, dark winter.
A friend's father passed away this morning. And he said the most remarkable thing, "Dad defiantly got the better end of the deal." He did indeed...he will forever know spectacular and these tired bones look forward to it.
