Well July 28, 2015, came and it went. It marked the 2nd anniversary of my husband's death. I sent each of my children texts that morning, letting them know how much I love them, how very proud I am of them, asking how their hearts were.. I began to start my pity party, when I received a text from my daughter in law and newest grandbabe, asking how I was doing, how very much they love me and sent me a hug. Thankfully, my pity party never began. I decided to honor this 2nd anniversary, by replacing a hydrangea tree, purchased by my husband and I for one of our anniversaries, that has since his death, died. I decided that I was going to call it my PROMISE tree, as this is my next journey, to walk in the promise of the Divine. To believe in promise is to hope in the future. I felt so loved all day, so cradled in the arms of heaven.
a vow, a promise of commitment
a vow of for richer for poorer, in sickness and health,
death do us part...
death did us part, yet,
held me in its embrace, continued,
I breathe, I live, I am here
life is promise
promise of what is to come
my new tree my symbol of promise
it will stand, it will grow, its roots will spread
as a reminder for me to...
live, to embrace life, to cherish my loved ones
to boldly with courage continue this, my solo journey