I lost my husband two weeks ago. And even though no marriage is perfect and ours certainly was not, I am finding the pain intense and almost unbearable. I look back at the photo above and remember the hope and promise of the early years and my heart literally breaks in two. There are no words to describe how it felt to drive with my younger daughter 15, to find my older daughter 17, so I could break the news to them together. My precious Siena was texting and playing music while tears streamed down my face. She looked so happy and I knew my words would change her life forever.
Now I wake at 5:00 a.m. and for a brief moment I don’t remember what happened, and I think it is just another normal day. I can hear the birds chirping and my little piece of heaven awakening beyond my window, and then I remember.
The days ahead will be difficult, but I look forward to them, and one day waking in the morning without crying.
Rest in peace my dear. You are in my prayers.