I know it’s a bit ahead of schedule …
… but plastic snowflakes take time to get made 😉
And I need a LOT this year, to hang in my windows.
So, as the geese fly over my house, honking their farewells until
April arrives again; I have been crafting snowflakes to hang in my window areas
next month:
All my crafted snowflakes are exactly alike.
But real snowflakes are all different in shape, size, and even the
way they fall from the sky and accumulate on the surfaces they land on.
And just like snowflakes, people are uniquely different also.
I like that.
Bob & I were 2 people that came together four decades ago to join
our lives together and make a life that fit US.
Though we were 1 in unity …we were very different in shape and character.
Our marriage was unique and different from anyone else’s.
While I work on my snowflakes, this is where my thoughts go.
This will be my 3rd Christmas without Bob.
Bob is no longer here – Bob has been in Heaven for 22 months,
enjoying a uniquely different life in a uniquely different body; but my
memories will always see him as he was, here with me for 44 years.
I am healing.
Yeshua is recreating me, fit for my new life.
And growing.
My new life is also represented by snowflakes.
Not the plastic canvas snowflakes I will hang inside, in my windows;
but by the real snowflakes made out of the ice crystals of Winter’s frosty
breath outside my windows.
Like the ice crystals that form as they pass through different
clouds of different temperatures, and different levels of moisture in the
atmosphere that causes each snowflake to grow in a unique way … so my new solo
lobo life is also developing, as I pass through widow’s fog into a clarity, step-by-step-healing
brings with it.
My new life will be uniquely different than the one I shared with
my husband.
And that’s okay 😉
What I had with Bob was rare: I know I will never again experience that
once-in-a-lifetime love and passion.
And that’s okay too.
I’m thankful I experienced that uniqueness that was US.
