Child of My love, fear not the unknown morrow,

Dread not the new demand life makes of thee;

Thine ignorance doth hold no cause for sorrow,

For what thou knowest not is known to Me.

I threw away Steve’s toothbrush. When the bag was placed in the dumpster I had an overwhelming urge to dig through the garbage until I could find his toothbrush and put it back where it belonged. People tell me that there is no wrong way to grieve. That may be true but nothing about this feels right. 

Forty nine years ago I met Steve on a blind date. From that day on all my tomorrows included Steve. Now he’s gone. I found myself quoting a poem that I memorized when I was leaving home for the first time. I find in this poem a divine comfort knowing that what is unknown to me is known by my Heavenly Father.