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.
3 comments:
Attempts at words of comfort seem inadequate. I pray God's peace on you brother.
We pray for you all every day.
I hurt for you, my friend and brother. I pray that God will continue to work in you and do the things that only He can do for you.
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