Saturday morning on the porch. It’s raining off and on and we’re due for some thunderstorms later in the day.
If you follow my sister Meredith and read her blog, you might have been wondering where she’s been. It wasn’t something I could talk to you about. It was her story to share when the time was right. But she’s written a blog post now so I can share a bit. Briefly, she’s getting a divorce, she’s moved to a new home, and finally, finally, she is in a place where she can begin to heal.
Over the past several years, it has been my constant wish and dream that my sister could finally find peace. She is an incredible human being who deserved better than the crap she was having to deal with on a daily basis. Her husband is a troubled man. Life with him is extremely stressful. And it has been this way for most of their marriage. I don’t know if I could have stuck it out as long as she did, but then again, I’m not a mom with three children. Her concern was, first and foremost, for her children – and so she stayed. Eventually, something happened that was the final straw and she knew it was time to prepare to leave. The transition has been stressful, to say the least, but the day she finally moved into her new home was one of the happiest days of my life. Don and I were literally cheering and clapping in our living room. My sister is so strong.
I love Meredith and all I want is for her to be happy again. To feel that she doesn’t have to constantly be on high alert. To know that her new home can be and will be her haven, her safe place. And that once Little Z adjusts to this change, to know he will be happier. The older boys – who are really men – are at an age where they can support Mere and be there for her. They are such great guys. She has friends down in Florida who have helped her through this transition and I’m so grateful for them. And Z will eventually thrive.
Meredith gives and gives to everyone she knows.
Now it’s time for her to have the gift of peace and release.
You can read her post here. There’s more information there.
She is a strong woman and I am enormously proud of her bravery. Better days are ahead, my dear one. Better days are ahead.
Stay safe.
Happy Saturday.
