This month it will be three years since my Beloved flew away to heaven. I am in the grips of depression as the date he left us grows nearer.
Fall once was my favorite time of year...now I find Spring and Summer are the delight of my heart.
Still--I am not alone. My husband loved God and I know Alan is safe in His arms. I am comforted by that. And someday I will see him again, I will hear his laughter, see his smile. And I have a feeling he will have a LOT of stories to tell me once I get up there.
God bless you all, dear ones. You are in my prayers--you know who you are.