I find myself in a familiar place once again, a place of sorrow, grieving and emptiness. I have been in this valley too many times in the past 14 years, and now here I am again.
My sister-in-law and dear friend passed away on May 8th after what was supposed to be a "new lease on life" surgical procedure. I lost her husband , my oldest brother three years ago June 15, and SIL and I had become closer as I held the torch for her through the early days, months and years of widowhood.
We held each other up on a daily basis, spent weekends together, laughed cried, and offered each other hope that there was a future for both of us. And now I stand alone yet again. That sad, dark sense of loss enveloping me coldly.
This too shall pass, I trust in that promise. But, in the meantime I walk with sorrow and listen to her whisperings, yet again. Too soon for me, but she is here, none the less.
