I still don't have anything to blog about today. I continue to be overwhelmed by what grieving people deal with. We made it through the holidays in a bitter-sweet way. More good moments than bad. But I have been blindsided by what I am going through now. As we approach a year since Jenny went into the hospital, every day I am reminded of what we were doing at this time last year -- and how healthy she was. Not a clue as to what awaited us in a matter of a few days.
Saturday Beverly and I went to Malaya's first basketball game. The last memory I have of Jenny before she entered the hospital was of her cheering for Malaya last year. I could hear her voice Saturday cheering her daughter on.
I rest in His peace.