Eight Years And Counting

It's hard for me to believe, but it's been 8 years since Decker died. I spent my day today between working and taking Mom shopping, but there were still a few moments of tears. I do wish Decker was back, I can honestly say those days were the best of my life.





Fast forward to today, August 30, 2008:

This is what I wrote on August 14, 2008. It was the anniversary of Decker's death, and it's usually a rough time for me.

In the course of preparing for Decker's funeral, I had wanted to get a bunch of small packages of Kleenex. It's a Bushman family joke, to provide these to the family at funerals, ever since the funeral for Decker's father. My best friend, Nan, drove me during a rain storm to the local store to get some, but we were getting soaked out in the rain just walking into the store. It was out in that parking lot that Nan taught me not to fear the storm (she told me Decker was getting in some practice on how to make a storm happen from Heaven), but rather to dance in it. She was trying to teach me how to live again, despite the pain I was going through, pain that still hits even today 8 years later when the anniversary rolls around.

A good friend and coworker, Jane, told me about a video, this past Thursday, to look up on youtube that night. It happened to be the night of a really big storm here. I did and found the sponsor's web site to download a good quality of this video. This video reminded me of that experience, and found myself wanting to go and dance in the rain, however given the intensity of the storm, I'm glad I stayed inside this time. :o)

Enjoy.