John and I spent almost 55 years together and our paths began to diverge last August with his death. The photo below was taken by our granddaughter in 2017 and is, I believe, a perfect illustration for how our tracks began to diverge in 2019. While his life train moved on to something quite possibly better than what he had been experiencing for such a long time (at least that's my hope and belief), movement on my diverging track is just now beginning. As I've written in a prior post, it's my choice as to what wonderful experiences await. I hope you'll join me. I hope there'll be some laughter with the tears. I hope the grief of some days will be replaced by days of joy and wonder as I move down the track that stretches before me.
