The last six weeks have been the worst weeks of my life. Some things I can’t write about, but I wrote about my father passing away.
Two days after my father’s death, we got the call that my father-in-law, Jerry, had also passed away while sitting in his recliner (his favorite spot).
“I’m sorry, what?” was my response when my brother-in-law called.
Last week, we laid dear Jerry to rest in Alabama under the pressing summer sun.
Sorrow.
It seems like too much.
Then you start worrying about what other bad, sad things are going to happen. Like the other day, our dog seemed a bit lethargic and wasn’t drinking water. Anxiety seized me. Is she next?
Then it rains, and rains, and rains. And pours. And you wonder. Are the angels crying?
I’m going to a wedding reception tomorrow. The bride is one of my best friends in the world. We don’t talk as often as we should, but when we do, we’re reminded of why we always joke about being separated at birth.
Joy.
Looks like it’s going to be sunny for the party.
It’s time for sunshine.
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Jag beklagar verkligen. Jag minns ju Jerry så väl. Han var så snäll mot mig när jag hälsade på dem och körde runt mig på alla möjliga ställen i Alabama. Minns särskilt när han satt under ett soltak och väntade medan jag gick runt och plockade snäckor på en strand. Det måste vara särskilt svårt för er båda just nu. Hälsa Todd så mycket från mig. Kram Rebecka
Tack Rebecka. Det ska jag göra. Jerry var verkligen en generös man och jag är glad att du fick träffa honom. Kram!
So glad you have glimpsed a little joy. May each day be brighter!
Thanks! I have faith this will be the case.