One month...and life carries on

It is hard to believe that only a month has passed, it feels like I've aged a lifetime...and yet, I'm also amazed at how much has changed. It seemed like everything stopped for me on July 10th, but now I look around and see that life does carry on, whether you pay attention or not. Slowly I've started living my life again, figuring out my place and future in this new life. I feel a bit like a groundhog, peeping out and scurrying underground again at the sight of my own shadow. I take comfort (and gain strength) in something written by a friend from school, "Know that life continues on and you are stronger because you have experienced unconditional love."

Speaking of messages from friends, I'd like to take a moment to thank everyone. From food to kind words to the space given to grieve, nothing has gone unnoticed or unappreciated. I felt supported and loved, and that has helped me to realize that life isn't over. There are people out there who love me and so I can't just give up and sit in a dark room and cry for the rest of my life. So, thank you...two small words trying to contain my heartfelt appreciation for encircling me with love and support in my worst moments.

One of the biggest, most in my face, changes this past month has been the progress on our house. When I was finally able to pick up my camera again, I took a bunch of shots of this progress. My aim is to start sharing with the world again, and I think this is a good safe topic. Hopefully I don't bore you all too much...

The new exterior, all sided and complete with porch.

And a Waltham memorial...
Written above the window in what should have been their nursery:

Although you never came home to this nursery
We hope your spirits will reside here as well as in our hearts
Look after those who live here as we remember and love you always