Like the scattered pieces of this puzzle, this is now my life messy, disoriented and fragmented. When my husband passed it felt like I was knocked over and my life scattered.
I enjoy the challenge of putting a puzzle together. There is a journey in completing a puzzle, as in life; love, memories, and tears are pieces of a puzzle. The strength I didn't know I had is a new piece that I had not noticed before. There is something healing about finishing the puzzle. Sometimes it's about sitting at the table long enough to begin again. Slowly, gently, without rushing the picture. Isn't that what life is about especially, after the loss of someone you love? This journey acknowledges that life doesn't shatter into nothing...it scatters.
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