This past Friday, November 7th, marked the three year anniversary of Brian's Homecoming. And my family is together, happy and healthy. What a testament to my Father, whose promises are faithful and true, and to His perfection and plan for a life that seems chaotic and scary. This year I experienced peace. Deep breathing peace. Yes, I miss Brian, probably always will, but it doesn't ache so intensely anymore. It's restful and quiet, a graceful tugging every now and then on my heart, not an iron grip, squeezing tirelessly. As I reflect on the past three years, I see just how big of a mess I was. To those first months when life felt like Tom's Twister. Focus, breathe, take a step forward, wait I'm dizzy. To the first year, then the second, when reality stampeded over my life, and I did everything to avoid broken bones. To today, the beginnings of the fourth year without my sweet Brian, when I'm hopeful for new beginnings and new endeavors. Life is but a...
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I happened to check your blog today - first time in a while...
You look beautiful and happy. I am glad you are doing well and that your boys are so great. I miss our old home group - nothing like that out here in the country. I still think of you all and pray for you.
Marie LaMar
I actually remembered your brithday on the correct date, but was a turkey for not calling. But I made sure to pray for your special day!
I just LOVE this photo. Love all the smiles.
miss you!