I was warned this would happen.
This morning as I pulled an old sweater from the back of my closet and routinely checked the pockets for wadded up tissue and forgotten notes, I came across this
a forgotten ticket stub tucked away from a trip to the movies with Jeff's boys.
Out of the blue that predicted wave of emotion washed over me. There was no escaping the memory of the unbearable sadness I felt that day.
It was the evening I needed to get the the boys out of the house while the ambulance came to take their daddy to the hospice house.
It was the night Jeff died.
Some days it seems so long ago and some days the loss is so raw and fresh it seems like yesterday.
They say you never get over the loss of a child.
You know what? They're right!
Encourage one another,
