Heavy yet Hopeful
I spoke about my Mom today with a complete stranger as if she were still alive. I didn't even realize I was doing it until after our conversation was over. I suppose I will continue to do that from time to time. Seems like a pretty normal mistake to make considering the countless conversations I've had about my Mom even when she was still alive on this earth. I use the word "normal" loosely as nothing about my current situation seems "normal," but it was pretty standard for me to speak of my Mother often as I was always so proud of her. The evidence of her impactful life continues to make itself known as we slowly go through her belongings. This is my least favorite venture since her passing. Everything smells like her. I know that might bring comfort to some but I haven't quite figured out what it does for me. Yet I come across the most amazing things that bring peace and comfort. Most recently, we discovered her prayer journals. Pages and pages of na...