I returned home from a trip last weekend. The trip had been planned and scheduled a year ago. Whenever we returned home from such a travel event there would be a big poster hanging in the kitchen window: “Welcome Home, Dad and Mom” or in these last four years, “Welcome Home, Dad” or “Welcome Home, Dad and Uncle John,” signed “Love, Rachel.” There would be milk and goodies in the fridge, bread in the cupboard, and normally enough food to last a week!
There was no sign in the window welcoming me home last weekend, no milk or goodies in the fridge, no bread in the cupboard, Three months have passed since we lost Rachel. What I missed wasn’t the milk or the bread. I missed Rachel! Always will! There is no way to fill the empty chair, that empty table, this empty place in me.
Today my son Paul and my daughter (in-law) Helen came to visit. We had a wonderful outdoor lunch at a special place along the C & D canal where we often went in years past for special family celebrations. Thank you, Paul and Helen, for helping me live into our shared “new reality.” Love you both very much. Life tumbles in, but living goes on.
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