This post has been hanging over my head for days. I don't know where to begin. I keep thinking about that John Lennon quote, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
With three kids, life is always happening. Every moment someone is sharing with you, needing you, loving you, counting on you, looking for you, missing you, asking you, or screaming at you.
Last Sunday night, Dave got a call that his dad was gone. Totally unexpected. Totally surreal. I still keep waiting for Mike to call and check on me; ask me why I haven't posted to the blog this week. He was, in part, the reason I started this blog and kept it fresh with pictures of our daily life and special moments.
Mike loved us, all of us. And that is no small gift. My children are still very young, but they will carry that love with them. To know that someone treasures you gives you a sense of purpose and joy. When I think of Mike, I will always be grateful that he planted that seed of love in all our hearts. And I will do all I can to care for it and help it grow.
We made it through the week. Two soccer games, two Halloween celebrations, a beautiful funeral, and all the while I have wondered what the kids will remember of this week when they are older. I know they'll remember the tears, but I hope they'll also remember the friends who walked with us- overlooked the mess of our home and our hearts and ate with us and laughed with us. I hope they will remember how happy their family was to have them present. There is no greater comfort when facing death than a new baby.
Mike's sister, Marcia, told me today that the sadness will pass but the memories will last. There are a lot of good memories. Not enough, I wasn't done making them, but I guess that's true whenever you lose someone you love. We'll have to go on making good memories and carry Grandpa Mike with us in our hearts. I know he'll be along for the ride, wherever life takes us.
Much love to you all!