I have much to write about and thousands of photos to share– silly kids, a fantastic visit with my brother in New York City, summer antics, flower fairies in my roses– but today my heart is heavy. It is my grandfather’s funeral, Ben is struggling immensely in Italy (but maintains a good attitude in an incredibly difficult situation), and we are packing up my mother’s home for the new owners who will take possession at the end of the month.
The destruction of my extended family since my mother’s death is almost more than I can bear today. Yes, I know it’s a commandment to ‘be of good cheer’ but I always take comfort in ‘Jesus wept.’ I am counting my blessings, embracing my children and praying for peace. Tomorrow, or next week, I’ll write about the good, the beautiful, the wonderful, but today I simply have to walk through the pain.