The margins are clear. Everyone is celebrating. Life is good, excellent even. Thankful, grateful, joyful. All the good things. It is spring and my husband is not dead. Praise be to God. In the margins, I'm grieving for what we've lost, for the terrors that were, horrors hospital and chemical, for the swarm of unknowns, for a peace we may never know again. Will you see me in the margins? They are clear.
I see you in the margins through my own husband’s cancer journey. Although it will always be there, I pray that the joy will outweigh and soften the grief and worries. Peace be with you, Jenny, and your husband and Whitsun. 💕🙏
"It is spring and my husband is not dead." whew.