I didn’t expect this to hit me so hard. There has been the sound of children’s voices in this house, uninterruptedly, for 31 years. The first came in 1981, and the same recently drove off with my granddaughter in the back seat. The peace and quiet I always wanted is finally here and it is dreadful. No interruptions. No child wanting a meal, a ride to the mall, a Scooby Doo Band-Aid. One is surprised by how physical grief is.
I know now what Paul means now by “when I am weak then I am strong” (2 Corinthians 12:10).
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