Saturday, November 12, 2011

Day 2.

Picking up the pieces.

 That about sums it up. As much as this hurts, and as much as I miss her, it is like any tragedy. Like the floods this year. After everything calms down, and the waters recede, you survey the damage and start to rebuild. Like in all of this, life has to go on as much as we don't want it to. I still have kids to raise, and they need me more than ever now.

 We are so blessed that we have been up here with her parents, as they have been everything through all this. Originally, it was because we were going to be building. Then, after Robin got sick, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

 Now we can heal together.

 I took the kids to the park with my brother and his wife and kids, and that was a great afternoon. The kids always loved their time with their cousins, and I know Robin was watching us.

 Today was tough in spots. Some times I feel really strong, and then it will all come rushing back. My wife is dead. She is with God, and that makes me happy. I know she is indulging all her questions, and healthy, and watching us. But the fact she isn't with us hurts to much.

 The part that catches me the most is when the kids do something cute,  or when I see our bald eagle, I don't have anyone to tell it to. That's when it drives it home that she is truly gone for now.

 Though, I have to say that tonight, I got to sit down and talk with the kids about heaven, and sin, and salvation. Granted, Meghan is already saved and understands, but Logan is four and had some off the wall questions. I finished the night feeling uplifted and strong.

 I still miss her so much. You can't love that fiercely, and not hurt this deeply, but tonight was the first time since she died that I felt it would be alright after all. Some day, the trauma off all this will fade.

For now, I still see her everywhere and in the quiet parts of my day, I miss her profoundly.


  1. I found this blog only the day before your wife died. I have no words of wisdom, much as I wish I did, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. But also, I wanted to thank you for sharing your heart so honestly. It would be easy to hide behind saying the "right" thing, but it's only possible to touch others and help others when you say the honest things. Thank you.

    P.S. Your wife sounds like an amazing person, I can't wait to meet her someday!

  2. Aaron, my heart aches for you and the kids. It seems that God's strength has been made perfect in your weakness and you have displayed an amazing strength through your honesty. Sharing your tears with others and especially with your kids is not easy to do but definitely healing. Maybe that's why tears are salty?? Praying for you, friend, that He will continue to sustain you moment by moment.