I drove to Detroit this morning….
Our weekend has unfolded different from we planned and hoped…
Due to sickness we did not do Christmas, but it still felt right to have some kids at my house…
I drove and watched the morning go from Dark and cool to light and sunny….
I went from the feeling of sadness and sorrow to the fun of riding with Sonta and Jean Marc, remembering Len, singing favorite songs and just enjoying being together…
My day was full….
I had a quiet, reflective ride….
I connected with a great friend while driving, remembering so much of the last weeks and putting words to the questions of tomorrow….
I read the many wonderful words from friends received in the last weeks on Face Book….
I am so wonderfully thankful for the US Postal service who has delivered me love in cards every day for many days…
I went to exciting basketball games….
I am enjoying the company for 36 hours of two beautiful kids whose worlds were rocked by the death of their daddy…
Life is changed, it feels odd, the ache is deeply rooted, the tears still flow, the memories are fresh, my mind still thinks about how just three weeks ago and Sundays feel forever marked….
But, as I drove this morning and as I move through each day, I often find myself remembering…..
And for that I am deeply thankful!