Two years come and gone

Well now it's been more than two years since that fateful day. So much has changed that at times it seems like it's been far more than two years. Other times it seems like it was yesterday. I feel confident now that I'm on the right path and positive about the moves and the changes I've made. None of it has been easy but I never once doubted that God was there and that Mike was looking for out for me and the girls the whole way. I do wonder what the next two years will bring and I'm convinced it will be great things.

These days I'm so busy flying back and forth from Richmond to Chicago and then flying for work. Then when I'm home I'm running errands, working out and trying to get things accomplished. It is definitely good to stay busy. There was a time right after the accident in which I wasn't busy enough. In the beginning working like this probably would have been a huge strain. But now I believe it is therapeudic.

Now and then the girls and I feel like Mike is nearby. I once swore I heard his familiar voice say "Nance?" when I was at my house in Manistee alone. Sometimes we smell his cologne or other smells associated with him (the good ones, haha!) There have been other sounds heard that remind us of him and it's always (well usually) comforting.

I'm working this Memorial Day and worked on the second anniversary of his death a week ago. At first I thought that would be hard to be working on those days but, for me, it's a good thing. Mike was always one to stay busy and keep on moving forward. I guess I've become the same way.