What comes after writing my wife’s eulogy? “Normal” is a thing of the past. My vision gets blurry when I sit down at my computer; I have trouble catching my breath at times. My mind flits from my missing partner to my unseen audience (all six of you).
Two weeks post-Susan and the focus of my wanderings and wonderings is the same as before—LIFE. It’s a mystery we can hardly apprehend (grasp) and never comprehend (get our arms around). Kindled by God at birth, it is never extinguished even though we lose the light and warmth of loved ones when their sparks fly into the obsidian sky.
As for me, I am—and will remain—a storyteller around the campfire, a minstrel in the company of pilgrims. My work isn’t done because I’m still here, so I’ll keep minting metaphors, spinning tales and thinking out loud.
Here’s what I think today:
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger—until something stronger kills you. In the mean time: cherish your family, enjoy old friends, make new ones, seek God and pray he finds you.