Things Lost, Then Found

I thought about the saying I would give anything, or maybe lose everything, to relive a moment; or my case another day, an hour, even a minute with Joe.

Honestly, and selflessly, I want to keep everything and also have Joe. Our family has been strained. The laughter, that in the past came so easily, is forced and the bantering is less than entertaining. We tiptoe around our feelings always keeping the rawness of our grief in check. Trust me this is the showdown of all times of who will crack first and honestly it is usually me. We stumble through our transformation, holding on to each other for dear life.

But last night, with the help of a funny little game called Table Topics, we pulled card after card giving us an opportunity to talk, remember and laugh. It was a glimpse of what was and what will be. In a word, hope.