Love is the engine in the many tasks that make up a life.

As a lucky grandma, I am called to assist now and again.
just one of many privileges that make up my life.
Still alive am I, widowed and all.
As I near the letting go of my Wednesday blog task of the last five years
in the spring
I smile.
My dog and granddog made the 1/2-hour-across-town-run with me to complete this blog
which slipped my mind while I was busy about the living.
It is a testament to this blog that meaning and understanding grow
year after year since Dan left.
Running across town with the dogs
to keep my promises
will be a fond memory…
In the center of it all
is love.
What do you find in your widowhood that leaves you grateful?
What are you building that shows up as a surprise to you in the midst of sadness?
