I find Halloween through November 8 are challenging days to face each year. Kaye thought toddlers were the greatest thing ever and she loved Halloween. Of course that is true for Uncle Jimi too. To say I was generally miserable and out of sorts this past Halloween is putting it mildly.
But on this homegoing anniversary day, I find that at least a part of me is grateful. Reliving this intensive care nightmare has been an excellent reminder, that in spite of missing, I would never wish her back to the pain and suffering she knew.
I've been out this dark, frostbitten morning.
Nightgown, scary hair, wooly sweater and flip-flops. Is it still Halloween?
No, just something I needed to see this morning.
Some hope in dark and cold.
And there she is- Kaye's rose.
Thank you Lord. It is enough.