Tender Mercies

In Psalm 145:9 we read: “The Lord is good to all: and his tender mercies are over all his works.”  I have had many experiences with the Lord’s tender mercies in my life but one that has been so apparent this past few months has been the calling to teach seminary every school morning (seminary is an early-morning scripture study class for the youth in my church).  We have been studying the Old Testament this year.

Here are some of the personal blessings I have enjoyed:

  • I find it very easy to be hermit-like.  Last year I would often drive Haley to school in my pjs and then spend my day at home doing very little and seeing no one.  The Lord knows this about me and knew that while last year I might have needed this alone time to process the huge change in my life, so much time alone is not generally good for me. This year I have to get up every morning and get dressed (in a skirt even!) and leave my house.  Most days I go on to work after seminary where I am around other people and have valuable social interactions that keep me from slipping into depression. 
  • Having Andrew in a residential treatment center is not an inexpensive prospect – going to work more often has blessed me financially to be able to manage the expense.  While I could have worked more without teaching seminary, I know that motivating myself to do so would be much more difficult without seminary (see first blessing).
  • I teach my daughter’s class and that has been wonderful.  As we have talked about how the class went each day, I have been able to have great conversations about faith and making tough choices with her.  It has brought us closer together and has given me opportunities to give comfort and counsel that she might not have asked for otherwise.
  • The class I teach is small – ten freshmen who are having their first experience with seminary. I have loved getting to know each student and find comfort in knowing that one of Haley’s peer groups is such an excellent one with kids who are all trying to come to know God better and follow Him.
  • Although I have had periods where I have spent a lot of time in the scriptures, I have also had times when I haven’t. The Lord knew that I would continue to need the strength and inspiration that comes from studying the words of the prophets.  Having to prepare daily lessons has been both very challenging and so rewarding.  I have gained a greater love for my Savior, Jesus Christ, and for the commandments that can bring peace to my life as I live them. There is something about teaching others that always helps me to understand my beliefs more clearly and also strengthens my testimony.
  • Irrational or not, having a spouse die has made me feel at times like I’ve done something wrong to have such a hard thing happen.  Being given such a trust to teach seminary has helped me to know that Heavenly Father loves me and I’m still valuable to Him.  At a time when I don’t have the blessing of a spouse who can give me positive feedback when I’m feeling down, having that comfort from Heavenly Father is especially cherished.

Truly the Lord is good. 

28. February 2016 by tjsjohanna
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Writing and Thinking

I wrote this post in my head two nights ago when I couldn’t sleep. I have a ton of empathy for sufferers of insomnia.  That feeling of laying in bed, trying to doze off, and there’s just no sleep coming … it is bearable for one night but as a chronic thing I’m not sure I wouldn’t slowly go crazy.

So, I’ve always thought of myself as an amateur writer.  I was a faithful journal writer all through high school and college – I say journal writer, but I wrote essays and more essays and letters and more letters and even poetry.  The written word is comfortable to me – it’s where I work out what I’m thinking and how I’m feeling and what I believe and why.  It’s how I communicate with others and with myself when I want to be precise and thoughtful.  So the last few months have left me feeling bewildered.  Suddenly there are no words … everything I think seems either too big to put in words, or too repetitive.  I have a book that I use to write to Tom and I feel like it is filled with the words “I miss you” a hundred million times – and nothing else.  That is an exaggeration, sort of, but if you take away all the fancy sentences and words, basically that is what I’m saying.  I’m sure if he is reading it he is bored, bored, bored!! He’s probably thinking, “come on – can’t you think of anything else to share with me besides that? How about BYU football or politics, for heavens’ sake??”  Anyway, when it comes to blogging, I have felt like there just wasn’t anything I wanted to write.  How not like me!

The truth is, I really don’t know how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking these days.  This book I’m reading, 52 Small changes for the Mind, suggests that I should be a goal setter.  A lesson we had in church a few weeks included a few questions like, “where do I want to be in 1 year, in 5 years? what do I want to learn that will help me to serve others better?”  I’m struggling with these things.  I don’t know where I want to be in the future.  I’ve made it a habit to avoid thinking about the future, which is a great coping skill when the future is full of the pain of not sharing it with Tom.  But really, can a person live the rest of their life without dreams or aspirations or goals (which all necessitate looking to the future)?  Obviously the answer is no.  The problem is that thinking about the future is a little like being asked to plunge my burned hands into really hot water.  The burns might be healing, but the fear of the pain that might still be there has me reluctant to try.  It’s much safer just sitting here in the present pretending that the future isn’t really there.

And yet the future just keeps jumping out and grabbing me.  I have a married child.  I am a mother-in-law.  That’s the future if ever there was a future.  This was the future that Tom and I looked forward to.  But we never imagined we’d be experiencing it separately.  However much I’d like to believe that my life is not changed, that Tom’s absence is a temporary thing, the truth is that it’s a whole new life I’m living whether I like it or not, whether I’m planning for it or not.

Speaking of being married – my oldest son is married!  It is crazy to think about.  How did that cute little toddler turn into a man with a wife??   I’m sure I don’t know.  Here’s some pictures of the lovely couple …



Jason Hemsoth Photography, LLC: Reception &emdash; Kayla-Spencer-3949

Jason Hemsoth Photography, LLC: Family &emdash; Kayla-Spencer-3670

We celebrated the happy occasion at THREE different venues (this is what happens when your families are spread out across the country!) in Utah, Colorado, and Indiana.  I hope Kayla’s family felt welcome among all Spencer’s family in Utah – we certainly felt welcomed in Indiana.  Hopefully we can find ways to get together again and have the chance to get to know each other better.  There were lots of friends and family who helped make the parties as successful as they were – Thanks So Much to all of you!!

Just when I thought we could settle back into everyday life, I got the news that Tom’s mom had passed away.  She was 92 years old and had been bedridden since Tom passed away.  Although she was ready to go, it was still hard.  We will miss her cheerful smile and loving care for us all.  The funeral was really wonderful – I was overcome seeing all her grandchildren – most adults now – stand to sing.  The group was huge and it really brought home the legacy she has left behind.


I guess this is the way of the world – we need a baby birth now to round out the “circle of life”!  Anyway, that’s what’s been going on in the Wood Family.  I’ll try not to let writer’s block get the better of me in the weeks and months to come…

09. February 2016 by tjsjohanna
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A Little Update

I haven’t written in awhile.  It’s not that things haven’t been going on, because they have.  My oldest child is getting married in a few short weeks.  Everyone keeps asking how the reception plans are going and if they can help.  Since the event is happening in Utah, my mom and my sister are handling most of it so I can’t even say I’m stressed about it.  But I am, sort of.  I don’t know how to have a married child.  And I don’t even have a spouse to share it with.  That’s sort of a lonely thing.  And I’m trying not to think about how this will all feel on the actual day when Tom isn’t there and once again reality hits me upside the head.  And there’s an open house in Denver that eventually I will have to make some concrete plans about.  Or maybe people will just show up and I will have packages of cookies out and water cups!!   Not really…

Apart from the wedding party plans, my middle child has been gone from my house for almost two months now.  Again, I get questions about how he is doing and how I am doing.  There aren’t satisfying answers to give.  I get weekly reports, but I have no real idea how he is doing, and apart from being glad that he is safe and being cared for, I don’t feel much emotional investment in his progress.  I spent eleven years trying everything I knew to help him.  It feels good to let someone else do that for awhile.  So the answer to how I’m doing is probably a little surprising to people.  I’m doing fine, good, really great.  I’m getting to really know my daughter in ways that I couldn’t do when Andrew was sucking all the attention and life out of me.  I can actually think a little about who I am and what I actually like to do after so many years of not having the time or energy to do either. Andrew is a problem that I don’t have to deal with for the next year or so and I figure when he is closer to coming home, that will be soon enough to start up with the emotional investment again.

As for what I spend my days thinking about … Well I still spend a lot of time thinking about Tom’s death and my life as a widow and what I want from the future and stuff like that.  It’s mostly boring stuff that feels so private.  Who would be interested or could even relate?  There are these long silences in my house where I think I should be talking to Haley but really I can’t tell her what’s going through my mind.  And I have to work hard at shutting off that part of my mind and focusing on her.  So far my second year I feel less shocked.  I don’t have these overwhelming waves of grief, although I do still get surprised by sneak attacks.  I still hate having to do things that Tom used to take care of (like cooking and putting air in the tires and taking care of the yard).  I still miss those weekend dates where we got away from the kids for a couple of hours and remembered why we liked each other in the first place.  I still have a great group of friends who invite me to lunch and text me and check in with me often – truly they are amazing.  I guess a part of me still feels like I’m just waiting – for what I’m not sure.  For Tom to suddenly show up and say I grieved really well and now he can come home? For inspiration to hit as I suddenly discover a buried dream that requires a move and a new career? For someone new to come into my life and make me fall in love with him? I really have no clue.  Part of me reminds me that trusting in God has worked really well so far and I should just keep focusing on the day to day and not worry about what is coming.  And the other part just wants to have that illusion of feeling in control. Maybe I just need to be busier so I have less time to think!!

Anyway, that’s how things have been going.  I’m pretty sure there will be no Christmas cards this year – maybe I’ll send out happy new year notes!  But underneath the worries and stress there is always that peace that has been with me since Tom died – that knowledge that Christ died and then resurrected and because of that, one day I’ll see Tom again.  Now more than ever that makes me so grateful for the birth of our Savior and Redeemer.  I hope all who are reading this will feel the joy of this Christmas season in your lives and a greater determination to follow in His footsteps.  Merry Christmas!

07. December 2015 by tjsjohanna
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A head full of thoughts

You know how Hermione in the Harry Potter books always has her hand up in class?  I used to be a little like that when I was younger.  I’m pretty sure my high school English teacher found me very irritating because I ALWAYS had something to say. It took a lot of growing up before I realized that I didn’t need to share everything I thought all the time.

Now I’m much more likely to keep my opinions to myself.  Too many people are quick to be hurt and I’m not interested in saying my peace at the expense of someone else (at least mostly).  I still have lots of opinions – I just keep most of them inside.  Before Tom died it wasn’t such a big deal.  I didn’t have to really keep them inside.  I could share them with him because that was as good as keeping them inside.  I could tell him anything and he still loved me, even if he thought my ideas were weird or wrong.  And he kept my confidences completely.  I still really admire that about him – he was completely loyal to me, even resisting the many opportunities to get a laugh at my expense.

Now, though, I don’t always know what to do with all these thoughts banging around in my head.  I find myself sorting through my friends – could I share this with her? What would he think of this?  It’s a lot of energy to self censor in this way.  It’s probably a good thing, though.  The world would be a kinder place if we thought more about what we said before we said it.  And we wouldn’t have those awful moments when we realized that what we just said came out ALL WRONG!

12. November 2015 by tjsjohanna
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I’ve become a stereotype – the single mother of a troubled kid.  It’s an uncomfortable role.  Every time I’m in a situation where strangers are interacting with me in this capacity I want to say, “wait! You don’t understand… This kid was troubled back when I was married, not widowed, and there were two functioning parents and positive role models.”  I feel the need to bring along family members or friends to things like meetings with school officials – just to show that I’m not in this completely alone.  The funny thing is, I really haven’t had anyone try to blame my child’s actions on me being single.  Everyone has been so willing to see beyond the surface, to take seriously my experiences over his lifetime as his mom.  So my uncomfortable feelings are really mostly in my own head.  

The older I get the more I realize that we take the easy way out when we look at the surface of things and figure we know the whole story.  We love to look at someone’s difficulties and tell ourselves that would never happen to us because we would make better choices.  Maybe it makes us feel safer if we think that misfortune only happens to the foolish.  But the truth is, there are a lot of people out there like me – what you see on the surface is only a small part of the story.  And how much better it is when we look at each other with compassion and a willingness to listen rather than condemn. Every time someone offers me understanding it brings me to tears – in a good way.  Not like when that guy was berating my sister for her three year old who was walking over his landscaped rocks while she corralled a five year old and had a baby in a carrier on her arm.  That was bad tears and a perfect example of how destructive our surface judgements can be towards the strangers we meet every day.

20. October 2015 by tjsjohanna
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Relief from burdens

This past week I took my son to a residential treatment center and left him for what will probably be a least a year away from home.  It was a difficult decision to make on so many levels.  For eleven years we have worked diligently to get him the professional help that he has needed and to encourage him in all the ways we have known and been taught to become a responsible and happy child and teen.  I have learned first hand the power of prayer to help me be patient, to feel love, and to be forgiving.  I have had moments of real inspiration on this journey, as well as countless periods of sorrow and despair.  Above all, I have learned first hand the truth about personal agency.  Despite our best efforts as parents and professionals, the agency of our children is always the deciding factor in whether our children choose to learn the lessons we seek to teach.

In the end, the safety of my family became the deciding factor, along with the realization that I could no longer supervise Andrew adequately nor keep him from involvement with the law.  Maybe it is because I have walked this road with Andrew for such a long time, but now that he has been safely delivered, I’m having no regrets or second thoughts.  I’m struggling with having hope that he will change, but I’m also feeling relief that I don’t have to watch him every moment he is awake.  I’m praying that the people who will be working with him will be able to show Andrew, in a way I never seemed to be able to, that the benefits of joining society are worth the changes and the consequences of refusing are really not what he wants.  But whether he accepts it or not, for now, I’m feeling the blessed freedom from the weight of all those worries about who he would hurt next.

15. October 2015 by tjsjohanna
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Missing Him

Has it been too long since Tom died for me to write a post about how I’m missing him?  After all it’s been over a year and I should be moving on, right?  It’s not that I cry myself to sleep (because I don’t) or that I don’t find my life (overall) pretty happy (because I do).  It’s just there are so many things that I miss about the life we shared.

I grilled steak tonight – Tom had very carefully wrapped up these beautiful fillets and I have been terrified to do anything with them.  But they have been in the freezer for over a year and really, any longer and they would be ruined without me doing anything.   So I dared to do it.  And they turned out beautifully (thank you internet).  And they made me miss Tom all the more because he loved to grill and I learned to like steak because he bought it for me and cooked it for me.

I’ve been listening to “Roll the Bones” by Rush the last week or so.  There’s a music group I had neither heard of nor would probably ever have listened to on my own before I met Tom.  But he was a super fan and one of the first things he did after we started dating was lend me a couple of albums he thought I might like.  Who knew that I would enjoy hard rock?  Well, to be honest I don’t know if I really like the genre, but I really do like Rush.  There’s nothing better than turning an album up loud and attacking housecleaning – and their music has provided the soundtrack to lots of road adventures over the years of our marriage.  Pretty much all the bands I listen to are suggestions that Tom made – and while I don’t like everything he liked, I always enjoyed the fun of joining in when he tried something new.

I didn’t know I would like musical theater until I met Tom and realized how much of a passion he had for it.  This is a man that traveled to New York City at least twice after his mission to take in Broadway musicals.  Our first real date was to see “Big River” at Sundance theater.  I read Les Miserables because it was one of his favorite shows and he was so excited about taking me to see it the first year we were married.  I loved seeing his enthusiasm when we introduced our kids to the musical a few years ago.

Tom even influenced my reading (which is pretty difficult to do, given the breadth and depth of my reading).  Dick Francis and Patrick O’Brian were both authors that he heard about and decided to read and then insisted I had to try.  I didn’t often get to share my reading with Tom, because who can keep up with me? and most of what I read held no interest for him.  But it was so fun to share our thoughts about Jack and Stephen and where we thought the story would go next and what we liked best.

Tom took me 4 wheel drive exploring – we rode and camped the White Rim Road at Canyonlands when I was four months pregnant.  I would never have imagined that kind of adventure before we met.  But we traveled all over the state of Utah during our first four years of marriage, exploring dirt roads and driving over summits of mountains and finding ghost towns and seeing the marvels of the state.  After we had kids, and moved to Kansas, our exploring days dropped off – our kids really dislike road trips and we got out of the habit in a state where there wasn’t as much to see.  Tom had promised that we would take up the hobby again in our “empty nester” years.  I feel robbed!

I don’t know if he would say the same about me … did I change his life like he changed mine?  But for sure my life has been richer for all the things Tom brought to our relationship.  I miss that.  I miss him.  I miss us together.  And I feel lucky, too, that I have such memories and such a husband to miss.

05. October 2015 by tjsjohanna
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Smiles and Tears

Last weekend I drove out to Utah for the wedding of my niece.  It doesn’t really matter that I’ve made this trip so many times in the past, or that even in the past year I’ve made it a half a dozen times.  I get in the car and there is all that uninterrupted time to think… and what I end up thinking about is Tom’s death.  I planned for this – we listened to music – new and loud – for about five hours straight.  But then cell service finally went away and I had to pull out the personal music – and then the memories started flooding in.  Every song reminded me of a time with Tom, and underneath that the thought of that day when I was doing the very same thing, not realizing that my life as I knew it was coming to an end and there was nothing I could do to stop that.  And above that the thought that I was heading back into the past – to the years when we lived in Utah, when we were students and newly married and new parents – and all the memories we had made there.  Does it go without saying that I did some crying??

Haley and I stayed with my sister and her family.  They recently moved to a new home in Provo and it was fun to see their new place – and of course, it was a lot of fun to play with her kids.  Their oldest gave up her room for us, and their youngest (about six months now) smiled on demand whenever we looked at him.  And the two middle kids kept us entertained with their antics.  We got to spend some time with Spencer and Kayla, which was so nice.  I’m glad that Spencer is an independent, functioning adult, but that also means that I have to do without him.  It’s the bittersweet part of being a mom – if you do your job reasonably well, your kids move on just when they are the most enjoyable!!


Liz and Francisco got married in the Salt Lake Temple – the same place Tom and I were married.  The circumstances couldn’t be more different, however.  This weekend the weather was warm, even hot.  There were so many newly married couples jostling for prime photo opportunities on the temple grounds.  Tom and I got married on a very cold December afternoon.  There was so little light when we came out, that we only have a handful of pictures and I can still remember how frigidly cold it was.  I was very excited for Liz – she has waited a long time to be married.  Being with all of Tom’s brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews was wonderful and familiar.  And then I was walking up the stairs and into a room that could have been the same room I was married in and suddenly I was overcome.


I’m very grateful for my sister-in-law, Joanna, because she stayed right with me, handing me tissues, a comforting hand on my shoulder, waiting while I pulled myself together.  I kept thinking how much I wanted Tom to be there with me – how much he hoped that Liz would find someone to marry and how happy he surely was.  Traditionally the man who performs the ceremony speaks words of counsel or instruction before the ceremony itself.  In his instruction, the sealer spoke of witnesses – both the people here on earth and the angels who witness the promises made between bride and groom to each other and God.  He gave as his opinion that probably the angels are members of our family who are watching and rejoicing with us from heaven.  While I haven’t felt Tom’s presence since his death, I did feel that these words were a tender mercy from my Heavenly Father, reminding me that though I might not feel him around me, Tom is close by, still watching out for us as the father of our family and my partner.


So what’s the take away from this weekend?  Well, I don’t think I will ever completely get away from finding myself in situations where my emotions overcome me.  I’m not sure I even want to get to that place.  My life married to Tom is a huge part of who I am today.  While there is pain in realizing that this part of my life is over, there is also a lot of joy in remembering just how much good there was in it and how much good there still is because we shared our life together.    And there is the ear infection … because, yeah, I’ve got one of those too…

20. September 2015 by tjsjohanna
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Lesson learned, or person I’m becoming

When I was younger and had what I considered to be a trial, I would often find myself thinking, “I guess the Lord is trying to teach me a lesson.”  Then, when I had another challenge that seemed to be working on the same issue, I’d think, “I thought I learned how to do that – I guess not, since it looks like I’m still trying to learn it.”  I have to admit that this made me feel discouraged – and influenced how I felt about my Heavenly Father.  Somehow I felt like I was disappointing Him because I kept having to have the same lesson over and over.

Patience is one of those big “lesson” topics I felt like I kept having.  This morning as I was reading the Ensign (the official magazine for adults published by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints), there was an article on patience.  In the article there were a couple of quotes by Elder Neal A. Maxwell (late apostle of the Church) that caught my attention.  The first is, “Patience is not indifference.  Actually it means caring very much but being willing, nevertheless to submit to the Lord.”  The second is, “Patience is a willingness, in a sense, to watch the unfolding purposes of God with a sense of wonder and awe, rather than pacing up and down within the cell of our circumstance” (love that image!)

In the last few years, I have stopped feeling like the Lord is sending me lessons because I’m not “getting it”.  When Tom was out of work the first time, it seemed to go on forever and I got pretty good at not stressing about it.  Then, when we adopted Andrew and Haley and began the challenge of parenting a child who had significant needs, I looked back on our months of economic difficulty as perfect training for our current experiences.  I was grateful for the patterns of behavior Tom and I had established of being supportive and trusting in the face of major stressors.  We needed that strength ten times over.  God wasn’t teaching me lessons for the sake of it – He had been preparing me to be more successful in the thing that I wanted – to add to our family through adoption.

As a girl, I had this idea of what my life would be like – and that dream, if you will, grew more detailed and specific as I became older and was more aware of my hopes and desires.  Those plans are important, I think.  They give us hope and help us to understand ourselves and our motivations.  But I have learned that what I can plan and hope for myself is often short sighted and doesn’t always get me closer to my ultimate goal of becoming like my Father in Heaven.  I want to be happy right now.  I want everything to work out the way I want it to.  I want only the challenges that I think I can handle, not the ones I know I can’t – that force me to rely on God.

CS Lewis said it better than I can when he wrote a parable he got from George MacDonald.  “Imagine yourself as a living house.  God comes in to rebuild that house.  At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing.  He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on:  you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised.  But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense.  What on earth is He up to?  The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards.  You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage:  but He is building a palace.  He intends to come and live in it Himself.”  Counting the Cost,” Mere Christianity.

A “lesson” on patience is really only one facet of the thing that every Christian is attempting to learn – the ability to submit ourselves fully to the will of God.  And it really isn’t a lesson in the sense that we learn the material and then we take the test and then we are done.  In fact, what we are practicing, over and over, is who we are trying to be.  Not a part-time follower, who does what God wants in some places and times and then gets to spend the rest of his time pursuing his own agendas, but rather a whole new man, born again into a new life, willing to put that life into God’s hands.  In Elder Maxwell’s words, “to watch the unfolding purposes of God with a sense of wonder and awe.”

The challenges we face in life change over time – we are tested again and again. We get to see just who we are and how well we live what we profess to be – and that is a blessing, because we get to see times when we are triumphant (and isn’t that a great feeling) and we get to see times when we fail and recognize that there is work to be done on our character.  When I was the parent of one child, who was securely attached to Tom and me, I thought I was a pretty good parent.  It was only when I was challenged to parent a child who mistrusted in a fundamental way, that I began to really develop qualities of unconditional love and forgiveness and humility.  It’s not an easy path – there are lots of tears along the way – but I like the idea of becoming a “palace” where “He intends to come and live…Himself.”

06. September 2015 by tjsjohanna
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Life is Good

To wear a ring or not … I never supposed it would be such a topic of discussion and thought.  Before Tom died I was firmly on the side of remarriage.  I think life can be long and lonely and if you have the chance to remarry, that’s a good thing.  But I didn’t count on the feelings that come with losing a companion of so many years.  I belong to a Widow/Widower group on Facebook, which sometimes offers comfort in the fact that I’m understood in a way that few can, but more often makes me feel like I’m in a foreign land and I really don’t want to stay! I guess the topic of when to take off a wedding ring is a popular one.  I’ve hardly worn my engagement ring through most of my marriage, but always either my wedding band or another similar band on my left hand.  For six months after Tom died I wore his ring on my index finger.  Then one day I took it off and I didn’t feel the need to put it back on.  But it’s proving harder to let go of that band on my ring finger.  Somehow I just don’t want to give up my status as Tom’s wife … and yet, at the same time, I don’t necessarily want to spend the rest of my life alone.  They are contradictory things in my mind right now and I’m not feeling very patient about waiting for them to naturally reconcile.

A few years ago Tom made me a “mix tape” compilation of songs for Valentines’ day and included personalized liner notes.  I listened to the first disc and read the notes pretty soon after he died, but have never listened to the other disc and finished reading the notes – not really sure why… maybe saving them up?  Anyway, I read through them today.  I didn’t listen to the music because I’m pretty sure that would have brought on the tears, but some of the things he said feel so applicable to me today.  Under Dido’s “Thank You” he writes “being with you is the best day of my life” – swoon!  Bernstein & Sondheim’s “One Hand, One Heart” got this commentary, “how grateful I am that our lives became one in this life and into the beyond”, and Billy Joel’s “You’re My Home” got a “Amen, brother Joel”!  I’ve wondered and wondered what exactly he is up to in the heavens while I’m moving forward down here.  I wonder if he still misses me like I miss him.  But reading those words I was reassured that as much as he loved and cared for me throughout our marriage, he hasn’t changed.  He’s doing the same for us now, even if I can’t feel it.  I needed that today.

Maybe it’s because I know what a good marriage can be that I want to do it again.  I want someone to care for and to be cared for by.  I want someone I can share those bits of news that no one else really cares about.  I want someone to share my bed and my kitchen and all my home improvement plans.  I’ll be disappointed if this was my one go-around and now it’s done.  But at the same time, if I could, I’d have Tom back in a heartbeat … and while I have no idea what our reunion in the heavens will be like, it’s the secret dream of my heart.

And on that note, romance has landed smack dab in the middle of my family.  Spencer, number one son, has found the girl of his dreams in one Miss Kayla Bixler.  They’ve made it official and got engaged last week.  I’m so happy for them both – glad that they have found each other and excited to see them as they begin to build a family of their own.  And I’m secretly glad that Tom got to know Kayla a little – and that she got to know Tom a little before he died.  It makes me feel like she is somehow more part of the family because she knows first hand about his BBQ expertise and his humor and because she shared our sorrow last fall.



It goes without saying that Haley is having kittens about a new sister!!

We also had a new baby born into the extended Cottle clan.  Introducing Emilia Catalina Cottle…



darling daughter of Alex & Cynthia Cottle and little sister of Alex & Benny…



Life is good …


27. August 2015 by tjsjohanna
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