Today is Nine years
Today is Nine years since my first husband, Justin, died in a car accident. I haven’t posted a blog, and I have hardly written in the last three years. Life has felt full and busy and I have barely stopped long enough to think about how I feel, let alone write about it. I didn’t know what to write about because I was mostly happy. Do I write about being remarried? Do I write about perimenopause? I started this blog as a way to process and share and talk about God and grief, and I got to help some people along the way. I wanted to stop today and think about how I feel, and write about it. I was thinking about how 40 minutes changed the whole trajectory of our lives. Everything changed between having dinner with him and then the phone call saying what had happened. Here are my key take aways: We know life is short. We say life is short, but the reality is all we are promised is right now. Say the things; do the things. Tell the people you love them. Make the righ...
