French Husband returned to France and I will soon follow with Sacha at the end of the month. Chelsea awaits in France for the car keys (she did not drive to Rome.)
Returning to France will be interesting after these long enduring seven months away. I cannot imagine what it will be like, mixed emotion seems evident. I feel my Father's death will take on new meaning because of the distance of being so very far away. Yet to be HOME! To be back with my family in our house, to have my daily life back.
Life seems surreal at times.
It has been the fullest, longest and heart wrenching seven months of my life. I am not complaining. I have been extremely fortunate to be able to spend this time with my family, to be able to be by my Father's side at his hour of need. In time this experience, the bits and pieces will come together giving me a clearer view… right now it is still fresh, tender and slightly uneven at times. I am often caught off guard with a rush of emotion.
During these seven months I have seen daily how large and wonderful life is. How even in the darkest hour there is light, hope… promise that love is worthy even in the separation that death brings.
Looking forward, with the past tucked near to heart, the steps are full of promise and that makes each day pure gift. Life will lead me forward.
Photos that I took of French Husband and I while holding the camera out at ams length.
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