It is one week since my dear father-in-law passed away and I am left feeling numb and overwhelmed. The wake/prayer service was overwhelming with all the love and support from family and friends. The funeral and interment was everything a family could hope for and truly honored Hrant. At the lunch, the toasts and food were plentiful. Our eyes have dried of tears as our hearts begin to heal.
And now – we are picking up the pieces where our lives stopped as Hrant’s did.
Last night, I picked up my notebook in an attempt to try to regain some sense of normalcy and figure out what to do next. As I flipped back the 10 pages of funeral planning notes, I realized that I must turn back in order to move forward.
Notes left unfinished.
Ideas holding still.
Will I remember where I left off?
Projects in half progress.
Projects to be sweetened and completed.
Projects Hrant will only see from the sky.
As I move forward,
I will move forward with force and gusty wind.
I will pick up where I left off
with fresh vision and fresh creativity.
I will begin.