“It probably wouldn’t last. It never does. But it would come back around again. That’s how life works. And that’s why it’s important to treasure the peaceful times-so you can persevere through the other kind.”
― Jean Ferris, Thrice Upon a Marigold
The past few months have been difficult.
Yesterday I found myself stuck in some tearful moments.
July 1, 2019, marked two months since I said good bye to my precious Ruby and three months since I said good bye to my little man, Duffy.
I was sad.
As the tears flowed, I missed them both even more because that would have been the time when they’d worm their way close to me and find some goofy way to cheer me up. Just simply leaning against my leg or pulling at my shoe string would make me smile.
I miss them.
Every single day, I miss them.
Today, I sat and watched and laughed at the outlandish spirit of our Abby and thanked God for the strength of our twelve year old, Bud.
What I’m discovering is the empty place in my heart is pulling in all the little things I never would have noticed. I would have been too busy to sit and watch Abby race around the yard and Bud patiently waiting for her to “do her business.” Watching a puppy push their limits, learning how to climb and jump and trust you to always be there for them.
Retirement has given me the gift of time. My awareness of the magnitude of this blessing grows stronger daily.
I thank you for the growth in the awareness of my many blessings.
I am grateful for the expanding gift of patience which allows me to take time to actually see the many layers my gifts often contain.
God, thank you for the many loving souls surrounding me and the sweet memories of those who are with you now.
I ask you to send your angels to comfort those who have also lost loved ones. May they find solace in your love and continue to heal knowing they are never alone. Amen.
Barbara Jo Burton Hibdon
~Peace be with you, my friends.~