• 06Mar
    Categories: Grieving Comments: 2

    My day was going smoothly.  The kids were sick, but it was still a fairly quiet, routine day.   Someone had volunteered to watch Payden for the afternoon, so my little ball of action and trouble was someone else’s to keep track of.  That made things a lot easier to handle at home.  Everything was calm until I found myself at the front door . . . again.  “I’ve been wandering here a lot lately” I think, “What am I looking for?”  Then it hit me.  I was waiting . . waiting for someone to walk through that door . . waiting for someone to say “Hi Honey, I’m home.” . . waiting for someone to sneak up behind me and give me a hug.  How can I still be waiting after all this time?

    The hole is so big, Lord!  The loss is so great!  Where do I find the courage day after day to face my children with the knowledge that I can no longer provide them with the other half , . . the other half of me . . . the other half of our family . . the other half of their life?

2 Comments to Waiting

  • Dear Liisa,

    I am not sure what exact part of this message made it happen, but I am drawn to tears. I think the door thing, is something us Stay at Home Mothers and Wives look forward too. I know each day, the children anxiously watch out the front window for that familiar truck, and the fellow they so terribly love, to finally hop out of it !! It is just the way things are suppose to go, I guess.

    Here is a hug for you and your little ones. I do hope that the wounds are starting to slowly heal, and that your heart finds some peace.

    I do think of you often.

    Hugs, Michelle