My brother, John, and I have returned safely home from our little jaunt across the pond. I’m grateful that he was willing to take his “first step” and my “first step” with me. Having lost our spouses nearly two years ago (a week apart) we are both living in a new and different kind of reality than we’ve ever known before. We were both apprehensive about the trip to the UK, but we made it! And we “made it” well!
Now, I must take my next step on my own. That next step will be a solo trip to Flagstaff, Arizona, to visit my youngest son, Luke, and his family in a few weeks. I’m very excited, but still a bit apprehensive, but I can do this—I know I can—and I must!
Who knows how many “next steps” there may be. I have no idea, but I do know it is important to take as many as I can, while it is day.
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