By the time Sunday came, I had reached my limit of stress and needed to get away. So, I decided to go spend some time with a loved one who is so very missed at this time. I drove up to Bliss, MI (near Mackinaw City - right by Wilderness State Park) to be with Bob - or at least his remains. We planted a red maple tree where we buried his ashes, so I spread out my blanket and lay beside that tree for a couple of hours. (At this point, it is still "beside" the tree instead of "under" as it's not that big yet!)
And we talked. Well, I talked. And talked. He did what he is good at - he listened. At least, the wind listened. I miss his wisdom. I miss his discernment. I miss his decisiveness. I miss his intensity. I miss his faith. I miss his faith in me. I miss his intense brown eyes looking into mine - checking in with how I'm really doing. I miss holding his hand while we drive. I miss being in that part of the world with him. I miss the proximity of having someone nearby to talk about the mundane and the important. And there have been some pretty important things going on in my life lately.
|My view from beside the tree.|
One thing about Bob is that he believed in me and what God is doing in and through me. And he also reminded me often that there was very few things in his life that he felt called by God to do - God just didn't speak to him that clearly. But, once he decided to do something, he was to do it as if called by God.
|Sturgeon Bay - one of our favorite beaches.|