Forming New Hopes and Dreams
Coming up on nine months since I lost Sam, it feels like just yesterday...and yet it feels like a lifetime since our hands intertwined and I walked down into his office and leaned over for a kiss while he was sitting at his desk. Going to the same building each day to work is very difficult. I still can't bear to sit on the couch at home where he sat most of last year and although I've adamantly insisted I was getting a new couch, I can't quite bear to let it go. When I'm ready, that will be the right time. There are two directions in life: backward and forward. Looking back, I am conflicted about the traumatic experience of what happened versus seeing where I am today. Fast forward to today: Through what I believe was divine intervention, our family was protected. So many friends and family rallied to help with food and encouragement. Each need was met precisely when it needed to be. I look back in amazement but mostly with gratitude. Recently I'v