It’s sold
I am searching no more... by your side My house is sold...my belongings are shrinking...god my life is yours!!! All of it!!! Take me and rebuild this broken heart into more. Finally I am listening..I'll fall sometimes and I will miss Andy often...but the future can be brig
Moving on but not budging in my heart
With each piece of furniture, clothing, fork, spoon, video game, lamp, and computer I say goodbye to what me and Andy built. We built a home full of love, sharing, sadness, pain, illness, but above all it was Me and Andy. I packed each item into little boxes that would move
Moving out
Today I make the final goodbyes to my house. I am emptying the last of it...cleaning it...and remembering Andy at every turn. sitting on the floor in our bedroom with yoshi at my feet. They know it's not the same, it's empty without Andy there papa. Praying tomorrow goes
Tears of change
God has turned my tears into tiny crystals of hope. Each day is a blessing waiting to be opened. Each hour of the day is a test of faith. Each minute of the day is a test of my strength. What have I learned from this? Well, I am weak and I have no control over my life. My li
Control is just a word
My life is not my own...it never was.. It can take us our entire life to realize that but when it finally sinks in and you accept it than doors can open. Doors you never imagined in your life!It's snowing back here in Michigan..a record snow fall. I like to think that Andy
Night Before
A day before I leave 'The Island' and many thoughts are filling my heart. I say my heart because with life we use our Mind too much when all it takes is a little faith to believe in something larger than ourselves. What if there was a God that loves each of us so much tha
Miracles
Why has God sent me to St. Croix after the biggest traumatic event of my life?God knows ha ...Seriously, getting on the plane to come here was one of the hardest things to do. Planning a funeral a day after Andy died was just a step I had to do and it was structured, check I
I don’t know
Buck island tour Reflecting on life Where to begin.. it's been a week on the 'island'.. this strange step into the unknown as a Widow. A young widow jumping on a plane in the middle of winter to leave behind mountains of snow to fly over the ocean to a tiny little
Who?
I'm sitting in the Chicago airport waiting for my flight to San Juan and it just hit me. Most likely the people going on this plane are going as couples and possibly honeymooners. Talk about being a complete a complete oddity here. As I was writing this a couple came u
