In retrospect of my sad days

On this the day of my late husband's birthday and the 2 year anniversary of his death, yesterday, i find myself listening closely to the rain. I hear, very clearly, a voice whispering to me that all is well and i am being carried through this difficult time. The past always teaches us, if we let it. So, as i do look back at my previous life and remember Mike and his bear hugs I will continue on the path I have been set upon to see what is around the next corner of my life. In the meantime, I look down and see only the one set of footprints. Funny, I didn't think I'd felt the ground today...