Too Many “Firsts”

I was thinking as I was cutting the grass today, the first time I cut the grass after my husband passed away was a year later. I had a hard time getting on the mower as I remembered him with me, showing me how to use the mower after he had surgery. There were many “first” times. We had been married a short time and he always drove the car as I was not familiar with the roads in the area. Then, there was the first time I had to drive alone. The hardest was the first wedding anniversary and he wasn’t here to celebrate it with me.

He has been gone three years now, and there are very few first times anymore. I have practice living alone and doing things myself. So, I was pondering today how we walk through the grief of loved ones who are no longer here. It gets easier because there are fewer “first” times. But missing them will never cease.

“A father of the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy habitation.”

Psalm 68:5  NKJV