Eery

That's the word for how my home feels.


It feels bigger because the oppression of cancer isn't hanging over it. It feels vulnerable because the quiet strong protection that was my husband isn't here anymore. And it feels eerily empty, like something huge is missing...


Because it is.


But not sad, because Jim's pain is gone and he is finally at peace. It's hard to explain, really. I have a lot of thinking and praying to do and decisions to make as Marley and I figure out our new normal. But for today, the word is eery.