Terry, my husband of nearly 70 years, died early in 2017. My grieving has since past, yet I continue to sift through the remnants of a shared life. Though others may read this blog, I am writing mostly for myself.
When Terry died, our four children were already grown. With grace and compassion, they helped accomplish the necessary tasks that death leaves for the living. I am blessed.
Strange as it may seem, I have discovered that there are really three parts of who I am: “Me, Myself, and I”. They are separated by word, thought and deed. This is true for many widows, widowers, those estranged or separated by divorce. We have spent a large portion of our lives attending to the needs and the desires of others. Relationships are all unique in this regard. Now, I seek to fulfill the needs of only one; Myself.
I must adjust to the singular ‘I’ portion of Me, Myself and I. Because now I live alone, a long way from the ranch we called home for more than 40 years. Many things must change as I adjust to this new life in the city
I have no doubt that God has ordained something for Me to do here so I spend time daily, in prayer & contemplation as I ready myself for what is to come.
I call this time in life, “Marching in Place.”
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