Still moving forward, still grieving
We live a beautiful life in our sweet community surrounded by loving, caring people who shower us with love and support. AND every day is hard. Everything is hard. There is not a minute that goes by that I'm not thinking about Kevin. He is everywhere. He is downstairs, when I wake up late on a Saturday, he's got coffee made, ESPN on the TV, puttering around the kitchen making some random new recipe, like an apple skillet bake for a big breakfast for the family. He is beside me walking the halls of the middle school in his plaid shirt, khaki pants, worn out leather shoes and his work badge still hanging from his pocket as I go from classroom to classroom for parent teacher conferences. He is at the all district band concert. He is at Solvei's last Christmas at Luther concert. He is at every family gathering at my parent's house and at his sister's house and all other places where family is. He's placed himself between the boys in church so they don't get g...