Through

I woke up recently with a different feeling. It took me a few days to actually put my finger on what it was.

There is a clarity to my thoughts. A vividness to nature – His creation. Music stirs my soul again. I caught myself laughing out loud exuberantly. I am excited about tonight’s dinner. There is a joy in my day.

I think the word that best describes what is happening is ‘through.’

I’ve come through. I’m on the other side.

I am not naïve enough to think that ‘it’ is over. Perhaps the reason that I have come ‘through’ is because I have realized, learned, understood that the process is just that, a process. For me and many of my widowed friends, it’s a process that we realize will never come to an end. It is ongoing. It is lifelong. There is no conclusion, except for heaven.