Looking back at just a few short blogs ago, I had to laugh. I wrote about wanting to feel safe and visiting a "UFO" site all in the same thought. I can laugh at that now. I am finding my way through this grief. The morning is the best part of the day. It's still as if all things are possible.
I have to believe that all things are possible. I just do. I have to believe that North Korea can be helped. The leader of North Korea is experiencing a sort of crazy grieving. It's a powerful and dangerous thing. There was news on the television that between now and the anniversary of the birth of Korea's former leader, the North Koreans might launch a missile. So his son is creating this almost memorial to his father. The world certainly is thinking about his father. If this grieving son lets go of his father, he will be letting go of much. Still, it seems that if he does not let go, he will always be miserable.
I feel pretty sure that I will be able to set down this burden of grief one day. This day it is windy outside so inside am I. The poor roses are getting pummeled by the wind. I brought some in the other day so my house was filled with roses. I have pink ones, red ones, purple ones. They smell like candy. It's still morning so I had better do something.
Moving through my grief after four years can now handle some laughter and tears. I want and need fewer tears and more laughter.
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