I never thought I’d make it six minutes after my brother’s death, let alone six years. But, here I am. Still standing.
I put on my father’s old leather boots, grab my walking stick, and head up the mountain…
By the time I get to the top, I begin to remember the life well-lived instead of only the death that swept me up in its furious agony.
And although I can’t explain it, my heart finds a moment of peace in remembering a day I’d rather forget.
This is so beautiful, Penny. May the Lord continue to comfort you.
Love you, my friend.
I love this!! At this difficult, yet “happy” time of year, i wish you nothing more than the peace and love you deserve❤️ Stay strong my friend!! Xoxo
Back at you, my FL buddy. Sending you a HUGE embrace across the miles.