On May 26, 2015 my life was broken into 1,000 pieces. It seemed like an impossible task to assemble all those parts into a picture that made sense. With the death of my husband, everything was different.
The completed puzzle still loomed as a mystery.
Just as when I work a jigsaw puzzle I start with the edges, the first requirement of his passing was a funeral. As the border takes shape, it is easier to see just how large the project is. The funeral home was easy to deal with. Friends volunteered to help. My daughters flew many miles to assist me in the process.
The edge began to take shape.
Then began the paperwork. Accounts and companies needed to be notified of his death. As I worked my way through the list of people to contact, a few more pieces could be placed in the puzzle.
Then came the day when everyone had been notified.
More pieces were placed in my puzzle as I began to return to a semblance of my former life. I exercised. I went to work. Bills were paid. Groceries were purchased.
A picture of my new life began to emerge.
I’m still working on the puzzle both literally and figuratively. Daily I try to put in at least one piece. I’m reading four books. Just like the robot in Short Circuit, I need input. I am constantly in conversation with God, asking for help with that next piece.
And as my brother said, “John is not gone. He’s just not here.” I feel him everywhere.
“Through your faithful prayers and the generous response of the Spirit of Jesus Christ, everything He wants to do in and through me will be done. I can hardly wait to continue on my course.” Philippians 1:19-20 (MSG)