We got Felix’s death certificate in the mail yesterday. I expected to cry when it came… but I didn’t. I haven’t decided yet whether that is good or bad. I mean, I had been anticipating it’s arrival any day but I thought that getting it would be another stab in the heart. It looked so much like “paperwork” that maybe that’s why it didn’t get to me. It isn’t “pretty” like a birth certificate.
I wonder if this is the beginning of “moving on.” I haven’t been as down the last few days as I had been. Maybe it’s more of an ebb and flow kind of experience. Some days fine and others hard. I guess we’ll see.
I’m glad to hear that yesterday went a little more smoothly than you thought it might. I think it’s a testament to your faith, and the Holy Spirit’s amazing ability to comfort us through the hard times. I pray that the good days will keep coming, but the Lord is good to help us through the bad.
Love ya,
Riss