a gray winter day
an early morning phone call
and my world forever changed
it's been two years...
TWO YEARS! How can that be?
It seems like yesterday sometimes.
Where am I in my grief journey?
a digital story in beginning stages that someday I'll find the strength to create...
tears that come at odd times, both quiet and intense...
memories that bring smiles, and even laughter
glimpsing his spirit in the mirror
and in the hearts and eyes of my daughters
faith that has grown deeper
joy experienced
and yet,
missing Dad never truly goes away










