I was driving home today, from La Crosse to Waukesha and stopped at a rest stop, I believe outside of Baraboo, When I came back out to walk to my car, I saw an ornament hanging from a tree that was bare of leaves. I walked past, but then stopped and turned back to look. The little quilted heart said it needed a home, so I plucked it from the tree and brought it with me.
I am neck-deep right now in grief. My husband died last June, after being struck and then run over by a passenger van in downtown Milwaukee. He suffered for five months before he died. The trauma has yet to leave me.
I really needed this heart. Thank you for leaving it for me.
