This morning I awoke to the sound of cultivation. The field across the road was planted in soy beans this season and they are cutting them. Life does go on. The cycle of birth to death continues. It is ever so present on a homestead. But one can see it everywhere.
In the hospital where my Ronnie died there is a "birthing" floor. When a baby is born a few bars of a lullaby are played on the hospital's public address system and sound throughout the hospital. At the very instant that my sweet husband died, that lullaby trilled through the speakers in his room. My angel had left for heaven at the same moment that another life began. I was struck then by it and now it somehow helps me muddle on. If you can call the fog I am living in muddling, then that is what I am doing.
I cannot believe that at this very minute 2 weeks ago my beloved Ronnie was alive and joking with me. Then suddenly 9 hours later, he was gone from me forever.
I go to my own blog to "visit" him. It hurts. But it helps.
Friends and family help also. I am touched by the out pour of love and support that I have received. Most of it comes because everyone loved my sweet husband. He was a treasure for everyone who knew him. But most especially for me.
More later....
