May 23, 1947. . . Today would have been Rich’s seventieth birthday! Amazing! It just wasn’t in God’s plan. I posted several pictures. . . many commented how Brock and AJ resembled him
. . . I thought so, but thought it was just me. I think about going to the cemetery. . . I know he isn’t there. Where and what do I do to feel closer to him? Lunch at Red Lobster? Mow and care for our church that he loved dearly? A walk through Christy Woods, our “Owen County,” get away during college? Resting in the courtyard that he loved. . . a shaded, peaceful, escape from the world. This evening will be a ballgame watching Brock.
I know I don’t need to go anywhere to be with him. He is with me always, because his love is in my heart. That was the biggest surprise in his death. I thought I would have to stop loving him when he died—SO NOT TRUE. . . my love continues every day! We said for ALWAYS!
In his last days, he wanted me to promise three things. . . . 1. Mow the weeds under his red Chevy! :), 2, No flowers on his grave, but always put an American Flag, and 3. Be Happy! I have kept all three promises. My family, friends, students, have brought me much happiness and joy in these twelve years since Rich left.
This travel of grief is a personal journey. . . you can’t avoid it, go around it, or try and skip it. . . . You just have to muddle through the best you can. No one can do it for you. BUT know that the love you felt will last . . . ALWAYS!!!