Grief. It is such a strange thing.
We each travel our own road, but the triggers that sear our hearts are universal when it comes to navigating the heartbreaking minefields of loss.
A favorite meal, a scent that was theirs.
The first Birthday without them. Every ensuing birthday without them.
Holidays... and Anniversaries... the first year of their passing. The first Christmas table with the empty chair. The days flowing into years...
And just like that...10 years have passed. How is that possible??
The day pancreatic cancer won. I never thought our hearts would heal.
And perhaps healing isn't the right word. Maybe it's more of a learning to ride the waves of sorrow and learning to hold the grief loosely. Allowing joy to take up residence in hearts that were battered and bruised but still beating.
And the years brought blessings and love in new ways, in sweet ways, but the grief has always been there. And sometimes, some days, like the marking of 10 years, the grief swamps.
So, we chose to commemorate. It's not a celebration really, but a time of remembrance.
For us, it meant a time of travel. Following the advice Mom gave us so often... a bit of legacy living for sure...
Good friends planned a getaway that was balm to our hurting hearts. A camping trip deep into the rugged beauty of Big Bend National Park!
We have wanted to visit for years... this was the perfect time.
It was bliss!
But they can love powerfully deep.
But coming home is Best!