I thought I was handling this well, but as I sat down with my laptop to write, I realize I’m not. I already miss them. We started as five friends who laughed and prayed and supported one another. Then four, this week it is three, and now it looks like we are soon to be two. Tonya is moving a lot sooner than anticipated. Too soon. I knew it was a season, but it seemed so short. I think I’m doing OK and then it hits me. This week, Megan, my parents and my son and DIL are all on vacation (separately).
I need a vacation. But more importantly, I need time to process and figure out what God has for me next. Grieving is good for a season. The five of us have supported each other through numerous transitions this past year. However, summer is turning into fall and I am running after daylight trying to hold on, all the while understanding the futility. I anticipate a harsh winter, both physically and emotionally. I only pray for the grace and strength to endure.