As you can imagine, it is not always easy. Some days I wake up and really miss Julian. It’s such a strong feeling as though my heart was being squeezed. Tears flow all the time and while I try to shake it off it’s like a faucet that can’t be turned off.
Today was one of those days. I just wanted to have a good cry without worrying anyone about my mental health. As I drove from West Yellowstone to Ennis I passed the Hebgen Lake and an area where the land had shifted downward as much as 20 feet from a 1959 earthquake. Something about this lovely spot called me to stop and stand outside for a while.
As I let the tears flow, an insect that makes a rattling sound (I haven’t been able to identify it) flew past and landed next to my foot. I had watched its journey and knew where it landed. However, a few seconds later when I looked down again, I couldn’t find it. It hadn’t moved because it makes a loud sound and I would have known so it must have blended in with the pebbles and dirt.
At that moment it struck me that Julian’s spirit was also there with me. I just couldn’t see it but I knew that it was there.
From here to a cure,