The Road Less Traveled

I am a survivor! I lost my husband to brain cancer on June 5, 2008. The years since then have been full of sorrow and heartache, but I have also experienced many miracles and tender mercies along the way. The day I lost my husband, I also lost myself. I lost the life that I knew and the life that I thought we would always have together. My path seems so confusing and there are times that I feel so lost. I long for the steady, predictable path, that doesn't stray from my expectations. A path that feels safe. Instead, I have taken one less traveled by.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost
 

 

I am learning to have faith. Faith in myself and greater faith in my Heavenly Father. In the words of President Thomas S. Monson, "I believe that no concern of ours is too small or insignificant. The Lord is in the details of our lives." I know this to be true, for I have experienced it. I am learning to be brave. I am learning to fly again.