change is inevitable

I am learning a lot through this grief process:

I can ask for help

Bill's  dog in the backyard is comforting, not annoying

opening mail can reduce me to a blubbering mess

having the wrong initial on a check provokes strong anger

somedays simply getting through the day is exhausting

Though Bill is not here, he is still, in part, taking care of me:

he put things in place to make sure

I would be able to continue living

in the manner we chose to live,

and he lived his life in such a way

that people are eager to help make sure that happens.

there are people I trust implicitly because Bill trusted them

God is not limited by my imagination 

of how to provide what I need when I need it.

there are shoulders I can cry on 

there are hands for me to hold

there are arms I can run to

You are my God, and I will give thanks to you;

you are my God; I will extol you.

Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;

for his steadfast love endures forever!

Psalm 118:28-28