Update

Prayers today for Bill C., who joined the Heavens early this morning after a hard fought battle against the beast that keeps stealing husbands and wives, sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, friends and more.

There's not much to update. We are scheduled to close on our new home on July 7th; and then I realize as I write that...there is no WE...I guess just me. So...I am scheduled to close on our home then. It is amazing what a difference that word makes.

We have started packing, and God help me, my middle child is a packrat! She always has been the keeper of all things, and I finally told her I would sort her room myself if she didn't start parting with some things. So I made the rule that whatever little junky items she wants to keep have to fit on her bookshelf, in her desk, or in her little 3-drawer storage container. That should limit her quite a bit, without me being picky about what she is actually keeping. So we totally destroyed her room today in sorting, packing and throwing things. I have walked out a few times just to get away from the mayhem! We are getting somewhere, and hopefully we'll be done with her room mostly by tomorrow or midday Tuesday. Whew!

I mentioned shortly after Brian died that I was sleeping with the blinds open. I continue to do this each night. It is interesting how little things bring comfort. I have been woken up by many early sunrises, with a sky full of beauty. The sun usually shines directly into my eyes enough to wake me. I take it as a way for Brian to make sure I don't miss God's wake up call each day. Each morning I feel so close to Brian. I am lucky to have many days that do not require me to jump right out of bed so I can take the time to enjoy the quiet moments. The night that Brian died, I was still awake by the time the sun started coming up. From that next night on, I have slept with the blinds open any time I can. I finally washed the sheets and blankets from when he died. I realized they didn't really smell like him anyway anymore. I have his cologne and that works better if I want that reminder. I do sleep with his little red pillow from hospice. I don't know why, but it has always made my neck feel better. Maybe it is just me having my head on his pillow, who knows? The mind is a crazy thing, and it is amazing how some things become important and others make no difference.

We'll be busy packing all week. Hopefully I am not completely insane by the time we move! Hope you have a good week.

Jenni