Each morning, as I prepare for the day, I look at her empty chair in the bathroom and face three realities:
1. She’s not here.
2. She’s not coming back.
3. And I can’t change that.
After this, I continue to prepare, knowing God is with me and will give me the grace and strength to make it. I also allow myself to grieve, as well as honor and cherish the memories that we shared throughout the years. Tomorrow starts another morning.
Labor with the Creator 