It has been a week of lessons.   Some have come with laughter.  Others have come by many tears.  I have vacillated from feeling the deepest love holding my newest granddaughter, to the deepest despair, still trying to adjust to my life as it presently is.  You would think after 323 days behind Mike's passing, I would have better footing.  But I don't.  What I have learned to do is mask things fairly well; unless I'm feeling lousy.  Then it is hard to put on the charade.

I've ran away from some things that just were too uncomfortable to deal with at the moment.  I didn't beat myself up over them.  I just decided to take each one as they came, and do the best I could.  But, it could be that I haven't maintained the right balance to continue the healing process.  I may have only allowed a distraction.

So my goal these next few weeks is to resume a normal existence, regardless of how painful that might become.  I'm going to try and take things head on and pass through this dark, and some times, frightening tunnel.  I would greatly appreciate your prayers as I journey forward.