Your grief process is so sweet and so terrifying at the same time. Last night, for the first time in about three weeks, I didn’t fall asleep right away. I was thinking about someone I’d lost so long ago, and how it cratered my life. It left holes and pain that is revisited every so often.

Then such a quick thought shivered through me - what if I lose Bob? I squelched that thought in the bud. No. Not something I can handle.

I’ve joined a Methodist church after almost of a lifetime of charismatic attendance. Taking part in Lent for the first time in over 50 years means a new beginning. This Sunday’s sermon will be about Good Friday. And yes, I’m shivering away from that, too. I know the resurrection follows a short time after, but sometimes the weight of the of loss stacks up.

You’ve seen too much loss, Kaylene, in the last year. My heart goes out to you. Thank you for writing about boots. The picture looks much like what my father wore on the ranch I grew up on. Special things, these memories, to hold on to. They bring peace, they bring heartbreak.