On October 13th, my brother, Stan, died. I miss him; I miss just knowing he is there. Three weeks later, November 5th, Bo got married. I love that he is so happy. The next week Grady was in the hospital for a few days with internal bleeding. I was scared of what they would find. They found nothing. My month reads like these sentences, all up and down.
Today, November 13th, in church was the first time I took a moment to sit and think about life and what had been happening in our lives. I feel blessed that I have such a good family. I feel blessed that I am married to such a good man. I feel blessed that the people in our lives are good people.
I will miss Stan, but know he is near. I will celebrate Bo's and Amanda's families. I will love my husband everyday. I will thank God for my blessings. I will thank God for helping me get over the rough spots. God has been my rock my entire life, but it is a month like this that reminds me what that really means.
