I plan this week to share some thoughts and reflections about Cindy. Starting next Monday I will be back to regular posting (with an occasional look back - you don’t just close the door on a nearly 60 year relationship).
This week I want to celebrate Cindy: her faith, her love, her respect, her work, her joy and her delight in children and grandchildren. It will not be comprehensive; at times these words may not be comprehendible. She was the joy of my life, the first girl I kissed, the last girl I kissed and the only one in between. She filled my life in ways I am unfolding in my grief and the void is real. My family and friends are doing their best to help fill that gap, I deeply appreciate it. God is a promise that feels, right now, like a promise not meant for me, yet I know better. In time I trust that I will find even deeper faith and strength. I already feel sustained by prayers. As the week builds for me, my family and many friends to the memorial service on Saturday I seek only to honor her.
