I know today is a day to remember the men and women who have died serving our country. But just by the name it causes me to remember Neal more today. I think of Neal every day but it’s not so teary all the time. I do remember good times that bring a smile. I’ve stopped wishing Neal would come back. My GriefShare class helped me realize that it is selfish to want to take my loved one out of heaven and bring him back to earth. Neal would have to come back the way he was, filled with cancer, 30 plus pounds thinner and so weak he couldn’t get out of bed. What kind of life would that be for him? I focus on his new living arrangements in heaven: no more pain or suffering, being in the presence of God and being with other loved ones that have gone on before him. That brings me comfort.
The past few weeks have been busy. I spent a few days in Indiana helping Whitney in her classroom and moving Karsten out of his apartment at Taylor. Karsten is home until next week when he begins an internship with his uncle in Madison, WI. He and I power washed the decking at the house and the shed this weekend. That was a BIG job. My parents are coming tomorrow so I am hoping the rain holds off so the deck can dry and Karsten and my dad can seal it.
Collin graduates from high school this Sunday. We are having his graduation party at the dental office this Saturday so I am busy getting the food ready, decorations and scrap booking done. I’m putting my mom on meat duty this week for the tacos- lots of hamburger to fry! The kids are coming this weekend also so that means I have to plan and prepare meals and clean. I have gotten out of practice but I am looking forward on having everyone here.
This Memorial Day I am also grateful for the love God showed us, that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8). “Jesus said, ‘I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?'” (John 11:25-26). I do and I know Neal did as well. I pray you do too.
On the journey,
Trish