I woke up this morning at the same time (different time zone) as two years ago, 4:30am.
The first thought to cross my mind, however, was not “I have to get to the hospital,” but “Wow, it’s been two years today.”
Feeling a bit claustrophobic, I got dressed to go take a walk outside.
On my way down the elevator thinking about two years ago, the familiar feeling started behind my eyes and I tried to hold in tears until I got outside the building.
Stepping outside I was greeted by this sight that took my breath away:
I turned around and saw the moon in the western sky:
Glancing back and forth between the bright sun sharing the sky with the moon no longer bathed in darkness, I realized that there was a choice to be made.
I could live in the darkness of the day and let grief take over or I could take a deep breath and remember the good times.
So instead of focusing on this one sad day, I choose to remember the memories from the other 4986 days Larry and I shared.
While my tears are still just below the surface on this anniversary, I am grateful for the memories of the past shared with Larry and blessed that he loved me and I him for 4987 days.
As I stumble into year three I am happy that there are new memories to be made in this faraway city,
blessed to be surrounded by people I love and who love me,
and looking forward with joy to the years to come.
He will swallow up death for all time,
And the Lord God will wipe tears away from all faces,
And He will remove the reproach of His people from all the earth;
For the Lord has spoken.Isaiah 25:8
XO Lisa ❤️