A Slice of Heaven on Earth

One of the places we spent time at today was a slice of heaven on earth. There was an old, old church and we stepped inside the sanctuary. I almost felt like St. Francis was there...

It was beautiful. And peaceful. And my mom said she felt my dad's spirit there. I want to bottle that feeling of peace for her...and somehow let her know that she can have that peaceful feeling with her always wherever she goes through Christ's spirit. But for now, just to know that she has had that touch is a blessing.
The days seem to be getting a bit easier...but the nights are still so difficult. She is ricocheting between the first four stages of grief...but anger laced with blame seems to be the most prominent. She reminds me of a lost, scared puppy. She loved and depended on my dad far more than I realized...and has so many regrets, and regret is so difficult.

Live a life full of passion and devoid of regret. Find your purpose and fulfill it. In this you will achieve peace.