Turns out life does go on. The sun continues to rise and set, just as it did before last Sunday.
I had a dear friend who recently lost her dad tell me that after the funeral…that was the hard part.
After everyone goes back to life as it was…like they should…but you are left with the everyday grief that fades quicker for others than for yourself.
Yesterday was a week since my mom died…a week…I still can’t believe it.
And today, well today, was our first day back to life…our new normal.
Josh went to work and I spent the day with the kids and this stubborn sadness that comes and goes like a roller coaster.
My best friend Ashley and some of my aunts and cousins have phrased it like this:
Good moments “I’m up on my mountain”
Bad moments “I’ve fallen off my mountain.”
And in those bad moments they “throw me a rope.”
“You got it”
“Now climb back up.”
I love good families.
So today was our new normal.
Breakfast. Honey Nut Cheerios to be exact.
Painting. Lots and lots of painting.
Scripture. Much needed scripture.
A new devotional for my kids. A gift…such a sweet, sweet gift.
Cyber Monday shopping. Not the deal I wanted…so I didn’t bite.
Harper’s craftiness. Always in full swing. Always.
A finished project. Praise God…a finished project.
Harper’s tree drawing. I’ll give you one guess as to why I loved this picture so much…A much needed laugh…for sure.
Me: What’s the big brown circle at the bottom?
Harper: The dirt clump when you plant a tree.
Makes sense, but sure does look like something other than a tree
Some compassion and love.
Therapeutic music. I’m a sucker for some good music. Coldplay’s Mylo Xyloto = just what I needed.
Play dough snowmen.
Preparing for Christmas cards.
Cousin craftiness. And lots of it.
New Christmas decor. Thank you wee Kelleys.
Old school Grinch before bed and waiting…still waiting. That sweet boy can’t get here fast enough.
Random Acts of Kindness Advent brainstorming between Josh and myself.
And late night Christmas shopping. I heart extended store hours.
3 kids, 4 nieces and 4 nephews…got to get down to business.
So that was it…our new normal. Very similar from the pictures to our old normal, but with a missing person behind the scenes.
I am reminded of my mom in almost everything…the phone ringing…she would literally call a million times a day just to chat, pieces of furniture we hunted for together, notes she wrote, buys from the flea market together, Harper’s rain jacket and even small things like laundry detergent and toilet paper she bought up and shared with us.
And so what if I listened to every message on our answering machine today to find her voice. Scored 7 messages that will never be erased. That’s normal right?
Life does go on…just in a new way and glad to be reminded that the sun does still rise and set and my Mom’s life didn’t end here. I get to see her again. That’s good to know…like real good.