If you could peek into my heart on this fifth anniversary of my husband Steve’s death, it would look something like the neighborhood I walked through the other day.
My life keeps moving forward, even though at times it feels as if it should have stopped on that surreal day–like a clock whose hands are frozen at the exact moment it got knocked off the mantel.
Kaleidoscope…pieces could never return to their original, intact state. But because they were broken–and broken together–they were creating beauty all the same.