Isn't it strange how we keep track of dates, whether they are full of memories that make you smile or cry.  Or maybe it's just me.  The first day of summer will always now have a cloud over it for me.  Now that day seems like a lifetime ago. I wish I could take every moment those last 8 months and do them again. I would savor every moment, hold his hand more, read a book out loud with him, all the things. 

A month has flown by, family, friends, lots of love sent my way and felt, more memories of his 65 years shared, many more tears than I ever imagined. Next was a week with my sis, and sharing sickness, ugh.  Oh to have had a magic Flo who could make coffee and soup and also let herself outside 17 times a day. Following days brought paperwork, more tear triggers, beautiful snow and a shoveled driveway by an angel 6 houses away.
 
I listened to a very short talk today on Grief and came away with a very good description, one that sums up what I'm learning, at the beginning of learning. "We don't 'move on' from grief. We move forward with it."
There will be steps forward, baby steps. There will be steps backward, I pray they too are baby steps. God is patient, loving and kind. Thank you all for the same grace and love. Have patience and know soon I will need you to talk with and laugh with. Someday soon.