July 12th, 2023
Scott, my husband who looooved fishing and was quite good at it, wasn’t even irritated about this. He was so proud that I got a good one. On this particular day, everything had been fairly small, as ocean fishing goes so I know it’s not huge by that standard, but Scott glowing with pride as I reeled it in (several of them, actually) was enormous because he was always like that, about everything. He was always proud of what I did and how I did it. He watched me do really hard things and was still proud of how I walked in it and encouraged me consistently.
I really miss that, but it’s a good memory to have inside my heart. ♥️
I really miss it because, although I know there are people who are proud of me for various reasons, my family, friends, other widows, etc., who will be HERE to be proud of me now. Who is my day-to-day? How will I know if I’m doing it right? Who will encourage me to keep going?
And so the questions about how to survive just keep rolling on in.
God is in the Outcome 