It has been such an exhausting day, I just don't feel like writing. Driving all over North Georgia [yes, I got lost on the way home], seeing the palpable grief faced by my cousins, seeing relatives I had not seen in years, never really eating lunch - it's all just taken a toll. I am exhausted.
I leave you with this link to a really cool blog by a young minister who's in India. I really like his writing, and there are powerful messages in there. Check it out.
When I got home, I put down my purse and before I could turn to hug him, Michael was there, hugging me from behind, his face buried in my back. Sometimes he just can't wait for a proper hug. He was anxious because I was so far away. I missed him terribly, and Alesia. I was so glad to get home and see them.
I was so glad to see Mother, glad she is still with us.
My aunt is out of pain and in heaven, with her husband, sister, and many loved ones who went before her. Yet, I miss her. Such is life. In the end, all that really matters is how much you love...
