However, today is a grief filled day. Not sure if it's because rain and leaves are falling. The trees are dying to winter. Could be because it's Veteran's Day. Although, my Grandfather's service is way before my time, I am mature enough to take in that countless lives have been given so I can write today in freedom.
I have done all I know to do to combat the grief. I have spent last night and this morning subduing my home....that is bringing it to productivity. I have moved furniture, swept, dusted....some...put away and thrown away.
Both last night and this morning I cooked home goodness for my boys, sweet neighbor Debbie, and John's friends who stayed overnight. Last night we had Santa Fe Soup and this morning scrambled eggs, pork chops, oven baked potatoes mixed with sweet peppers, and cinnamon sugar toast.
I even remembered to return the redbox movie.
I purposefully DID NOT listen to sad music, run the six month movie in my head of my once in a lifetime love, or dredge up memories of our last day or his sudden death.
Yet in spite of my best intentions, my body is filled with loss this day.
All I know is that what I cling to today is:
Come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
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