When my husband lost his battle with heart failure in 2015, I lost my love and best friend. My children, son-in-law, family and friends have sustained me over the last seven months.
I’ve traveled back and forth to the Bay Area where my children live and I’ve spent most mornings hiking these mountains in the Marin Headlands with the family dogs, Clyde and Wall-E. The beauty and solitude of this area are beginning to restore my soul and strengthen my faith.
I am slowly learning to be grateful again, as much as I possibly can in each moment, and to trust myself, my true self. I still lose my way when I forget and linger too long in the past, but each day is a little brighter and I know my blessings will continue.
Our daughter is recovering from a heart attack after giving birth to her first child. Her renewed energy, along with the addition of our new grandson, have been incredible gifts. I had no idea of the impact he would have on my life.
I’ve had an opportunity to spend special time with my children who continue to inspire me.
I know how easy it is to get sidetracked and frustrated with everyday challenges. I’m amazed at how I appreciate the little things so much more readily now. My husband often encouraged me to slow down and be aware of everything around me. It’s easier now that I am not working and I’m listening to him.
It’s hard to think about the life we could have created had events worked out differently, so I try not to go there very often and instead remain grateful for what we taught each other and experienced together. I still miss him terribly, but am so blessed to also feel him through the little things that materialize for me every day!
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