…all the crowds…returned home… I remember the most difficult time of loss is after everyone has left and you are alone with thoughts and memories. You’re not exactly sure what comes next but you soon realize that as time moves so must you. So you pick up what’s left of who you know yourself to be and you move. Deep within there is faith and hope that was planted and once nourished by a presence that is now gone. But we are the vehicle that carries that faith and hope forward, strengthened by the memory to survive, encouraged by the spirit to live according to God’s will.
Betty Ann Richburg Rouse 1945 – 2005
2015 Still moving on
Life must more on. Nice. Post.