Thursday was the fourth anniversary of Dominic running ahead to heaven and I felt like I was doing pretty well.
Maybe 48 months of practice had paid off.
No ugly crying-just drip, drip, dripping tears leaking from the corner of my eyes that morning.
Lots of thoughts were going through my mind but none touched my heart so deeply that I was immobilized. In fact, my youngest son and I went to work on a project together.
Busy hands and all that, you know.
It was a beautiful spring day. Just like THAT day when my lawn filled with friends and family, shaking heads and sharing hugs.
Doing OK, making progress, making a difference.
So, so many sweet friends sent messages to let me know they were praying for our family. My phone was making happy noise all morning.
It spoke courage to my heart.
Until thoughtless words and random comments broke through defenses I didn’t even know I had built.
And there I was, overwhelmed. It was not at all how I expected to end the day and it got worse.
Not only did I fall asleep ugly crying, I fell asleep angry and discouraged.
I know this emotional roller coaster is absolutely normal. It is absolutely unavoidable. All I can do is hang on and ride it out.
Friday morning’s sunrise brought new hope, new strength and new resolve.
Even the worst day only lasts 24 hours.
I’m so, so thankful for that.