I have recently become aware that my husband is embarking on a journey. He travels alone, an unwilling travellor but with each passing day he becomes a little more accepting, sometimes almost willing. I , on the other hand cannot fathom what is happening. I hate change at the best of times, & this is the biggest change of all.
Past family history encourages me to look for a miracle, but daily I see the signs and I have become certain that no miracle is forthcoming . This is only fair. There are families who have never seen a miracle, who am I to think we should have two??
Some of the family refuses to believe, that enables me to think for a moment that "maybe they are right. But, I am my fathers daughter and as such ,I know that while I can hope for the best, I must prepare for the worst, and trust that whatever happens I will be strong and capable.
So I prepare for my own journey. It begins where his begins, but will end in a very different place, at a different time You can travel with me, if you'd like. It will not be a pleasant journey but I expect some golden moments along the way. I think it might be educational, even enlightening.
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