Be Wild and Free

You wouldn't think something as simple as opening your husband's gun safe and organizing it. Or opening a dresser drawer to see all his perfectly folded and untouched clothing. Or just standing in the woodshed while filling the woodstove for the second time of the day surrounded by all the wood your husband cut and split with his own two hands.  You wouldn't think that something as materialistic as your vehicles being driven away by the repo company. Or drywalling and painting your living room. Or installing a dishwasher. Or the purchase of your own new-to-you vehicle. Or the lawn mower just sitting there. Or the unfinished go-cart.  You are not prepared for all the simple things like the frustration that you cannot find the drill battery charger because, while your husband's garage is impeccably organized, you cannot find a single thing when you're looking for it... And, you don't have your husband there to tell you where it is anymore.  ...

So, many of my friends have suggested I revive this blog... Truth is, I didn't exactly know how to get started after such a long hiatus, so I guess I'm just going to jump in. Maybe as time goes on I'll "backdate" posts from FB and post them here, but for now I'm just going to go forward with the blog. Here we are. It's been four months since that life-changing, heart-shattering, world crushing day. October 15, 2015 will forever have a bittersweet ring to it. A day where my husband was both alive and dead in the same day. The day those Wyoming Mountains took my everything away from me and our children. Where such a beautiful place holds such a dark secret. A beautiful place that holds such a power to forever change the lives of a wife and 3 young children. Every month in the days leading up to the 15th, I relive the events of those days. The 9th, the day I kissed, held, hugged, looked into those beautiful blue eyes, held those hands that I ...