So far this week I feel like there is this gentle weaning taking place.
Isn't that interesting?
Like God knew it would be easier for me to say goodbye to T. if it were more of a gradual process.
I didn't even know that.
But even this morning, as I am choosing to stay home for a bit before I run down to the hospital, there is this sweet awareness that my house is quieter without him, the laundry less overwhelming, and the fridge blatantly lacking in a tupperware full of rice - but I also know that he is just down the hill. And I get to go there in a bit and walk into his room and see his smile, which warms my heart beyond belief.
So even though I was overwhelmed and shocked by the turn of events we were faced with over the weekend, it has turned into this lovely blessing.
I will still have to say that final goodbye.
But I think it will be easier this time around. Because I already spent so much time fretting about it, and now there is a serenity I feel and amazing gratitude in my heart for this extra little bit of time that we get.
God is so good.