I was going to do the Simple Woman’s Daybook, but that would not have been me today. I decided to write what was really on my mind. I don’t look for sympathy from my readers. That part is over. I’m just revealing a piece of the life journey that makes me who I am.
LIFE. It’s a journey, is what it is — a long trip. Life. Ups and downs, struggles and setbacks, deep valleys and glorious mountaintops. Travelling through.
Some of the roads are steep and uphill, perhaps with twists and turns that cannot be predicted until you round the next bend. Maybe rocks or deep ravines bar some of the pathways. We can find a way around it or climb it, or descend into its darkened depth to ascend the other side. One way or another, we can get to the mountaintops.

But as we said, “It’s a journey.” All the way to the end. You can’t live on a mountaintop – not forever. In order to complete the course, we must descend to the valley.
When daylight dawns bright and full of hope, we are energized and sometimes by nightfall everything may have changed. We cannot know. The night can be dark and filled with phantoms of fear and sadness … where sleep won’t come.
the valley can be very pleasant, lush, filled with farmland and peace and quiet. Or they can be dark and wintry, filled with tangles of brush and thorn with no identifiable pathways. Saint John of the Cross said,
“In the dark night of the soul, bright flows the river of God”.

I can attest to the rushing of that ‘bright river’. I have, like so many, plumbed the depth of that dark night… and I found Him there.
We are approaching the anniversary of the day our daughter, Libby, was killed instantly in a motorcycle crash. The darkest night we have ever been through. But let me assure you that God was there with her and with us on that darkest of nights 14 years ago, and is still amazing us with His Grace that keeps us – all through our journey.
We are healed of our pain, sorrow, and grief and look forward to the time we’ll have together in eternity. We only had 21 years together and I, for one am looking forward to making up for lost time. And since God’s Word tells us that one thousand years are but a day to Him, I know that Libby will have only been waiting a few minutes for us to arrive.
I always get ’emotional’ around this time. I can’t call it sadness, exactly, anymore. It’s just an emotional stirring that is different than anything else I feel. Thinking, “wish she were here to see….”; “wonder what she’d think of this ____ I just made…”; “she would have laughed so hard at that…”; “remember that time when she came into the kitchen 6 times, each one wearing a different hat and doing a different character…”
Remembering and dreaming. I use some of her paintbrushes she left behind. She was a very fine artist. She sang beautifully – did solos in church and at school and was the lead singer for our family quartet (around the piano). A lot of songs come to my ears in her voice. She was a percussionist and a French Horn player. She could have been a standup comedienne, she was so funny. She could have been…
In memory of Libby, here are just a few of her many faces. She was an amazing person.



I’ll always miss her.
Nancy
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