Yesterday was a week ago and I couldn't help but look at the clock now and then and think, one week ago....
I suppose that's only human.
But like it or not, life moves forward.
Meals have to be prepared.
And therefore dishes washed.
Clothes have to be washed.
Doctor's appointments must be attended.
Church callings fulfilled.
Pain lessens.
And returns.
Fades away.
Then stabs painfully.
And recedes.
It will be fine. I will be fine. We all will be fine.
Amy is doing well. She is hanging with me this week. We are planning to go to Hobby Lobby today and see if she can spend her Christmas gift card, depending upon how far she can walk!
Looking forward, one step at a time.
We still have the services to get through. For those locally, we should know more details in the next couple of days. It will be a graveside service at the Mesa City Cemetery. I'll be sure to let everyone know.
Thank you again for your love, prayers and compassion.
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Let me know when you have services. Its amazing that she has you.
I'm so sorry Marilyn...I'm keeping your family in my prayers.
I think of you and your family often.
Marilyn,
We are all with you, and Amy and the entire family... in thoughts and prayers.
What a beautiful example you are to me of strength, and faith!!!
Thanks for your example of courage too.
I pray that things get easier, and that you are able to breath once more.
I will take lots of pictures of the 'new' house ..... the scary and ugly pictures. I can see through the ugly, to the beauty, and someday, that is what everyone else will see too :)
I keep telling them all to have a little faith in my vision :)
It is true life goes on, but sometimes that is a hard thought as well. I remember once when I suffered a loss, I became a bit resentful that life seemed to move forward despite my pain. In a way I thought the entire world should stop temporarily to recognize what I had been through and was a bit angry that it didn't--and even more angry at the poeple near me who thought I needed to move on before I felt ready.
I am glad Amy is spending the week with you. That has to be comforting for her.
And about the waves . . . they eventually get farther apart. I also remember waking up one morning and noticing that for the first time in months my heart didn't hurt. That was the beginning of my healing--which always comes, just not always very quickly.
Your family continues to be in our prayers.
Oh, the pain of grieving. One day at a time. It's good that you and Amy can spend time together. You both need it!
I haven't been up on reading blogs lately but I got here and started crying when I read of the loss of sweet baby Ella. :*(
There are no words.
{{hugs}}
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