Two years of healing

A couple of weeks ago I had a very clear memory of Carlita. It was as if I had just seen her; the feeling of her was crisp and bold. I wish it could be like that every day. But I think part of the healing from the grief of losing her is that most of the time the memory of her is fuzzy and soft in my mind.

A couple of people asked me if I was going to write anything today - this anniversary of Carlita's death - in this deserted blog. It was good to come here and remember her and remember some of what I have come through. God is faithful. I haven't cried over Car for months...until today. But God has brought me a lot of healing over the last two years. I am thankful for that. Today is a difficult day, but the pain has been eased a great deal.

There is nobody like Carlita. No one can take her place in my life. She was unique and a delight. She was stronger than she thought she was. She was an encouragement to me.

Thanks God for sharing her with us for a while.