I had a thought this morning about why am I still here. Why did I get left behind alone. Then my next thought was for my sweet little grandchildren that can't wait to come and visit me and spend time having sleepovers, etc. I think about my daughters that no longer have their dad to ask for advice. I think about my son that is a lost soul and needs encouragement from me. I have realized that I was left behind to do this very important work of loving my family and keeping some sort of normalcy in their shattered lives. As sad and lonely as it is it is still good and I will do my best to take up the slack that my wonderful husband has left for me. How lucky am I to have these sweet young people to love and nurture and mentor? What is your mission? hugs, Shirley
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