Who knows how you walk this widowed road for so long - rebuilding brick by brick - and then you have a weekend with a huge hole right in the middle of it. I have been alone for these past 30+ months but rarely lonely in the last year. This weekend, I have been lonely - just lonely. Lonely for the person who is no longer here.
Cleaning the garage and putting the pots out front for another wonderful summer growing season. Struck by the wonder of nature = we put those pots away months ago and even in the dark the plants know when to begin the miracle of rebirth and growth.
Struck by the wonder of nature, sweeping the garage, crying - longing for a life that is forever gone. We walk the path and heal - it is a very long journey