Be Still

Covid-19 came on suddenly and caused lives throughout the world to change dramatically. It was not a pandemic that robbed me of the beloved husband of my youth, the father of my children. It was a tragic plane crash. Along with him on that fateful June day in 1982 were our two youngest children. As impossible as it is to imagine, it happened yet again thirty-four years later. This time it was my adult son and my teenage grandson, along with a teenage friend.

When I wondered, so many years ago, if I could ever again be truly happy, my elder brother, Jesus Christ, guided my way to true joy. This is my story.