Emotional Gauntlet

This week stands tall and intimidating, looming like an emotional gauntlet.

Monday I will take the boys to see their new house for the first time.  I moved for the first time when I was Tucker’s age, so I know that he will remember little of Cherryhurst Lane.  He will remember fondly, but he will remember little.  The lives and loves of my boys will unfold in our new home.

Monday evening, Tuesday evening, and Wednesday evening, we will pack.  I have planned packing parties with guests and friends and music and dinner and boxes and tape and markers. (Feel free to join us.  There’s plenty to go around.)

Valentine’s Day is on Thursday.  I have nothing more to say about this right now.

My home will be empty on Friday.  Our spirit will leave, and it will become merely a house.

I am teaching Thursday, speaking on Friday, and leading on Saturday.

I am excited, energized and embracing the change.
I am sad, depleted, and delaying the change.

I miss him today.

Hey teammate, we kicked it together.  We were invincible. 

I’m packing the house tonight.  You would know how to do this.  Please don’t laugh if I do it wrong.  And please bring to my mind anything I’m forgetting.

You sang to me in my dream last night.  A melody to carry me.  Perhaps, still we are invincible.  Perhaps, still we simply are.

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We are allowed to be deeply into basketball, or Buddhism, or Star Trek, or jazz, but we are not allowed to be deeply sad. Grief is a thing that we are encouraged to “let go of,” to “move on from,” and we are told specifically how this should be done.

~ Cheryl Strayed, Love of My Life

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7 thoughts on “Emotional Gauntlet

  1. Best of wishes, Trisha. I find packing and unpacking to be cathartic in many ways. Sending love and prayers!

  2. praying for a wonderful week for you and your boys. His grace is sufficient, His strength is made perfect in weakness. 2 Cor 12:9

  3. Praying especially hard for you this week, Tricia! You are handling all of this with grace and beauty that reflects Christ, and even the most painful parts reflect that. I am boycotting Thursday, by the way. At least, my heart is boycotting. Hugs and prayers to your boys, too! Aren’t you glad we have technology that can help them remember the old house just like they were there?

  4. Praying you are able to run the gauntlet well, if not totally unscathed. What an emotional week.

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