I woke up last night at exactly 2:00 am - almost the exact time that my father passed away last week. There must have been some part of my subconscious that would not allow me to sleep past this first landmark and I lay awake for a while just feeling the loss of my father. Only one week and it feels like at least a year. On another note, today was my first day back at work and even though I'm still so tired and my heart still aches, it helped to be back doing what I'm used to doing and being kept busy. I know time will heal the ache so I'll just take it one day at a time for now.
What I'm Thankful for:
How beautiful the fresh fallen snow looks in the morning sunshine. Kind and caring friends who haven't been afraid to express their sympathy - it really does help to know that others care. My wonderful children who really are the light of my life. The knowledge that through the gospel I'll be able to be with my father again.
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