Turning the corner on my grief, I hasten toward tomorrow

Vacationing at Rehoboth, we walked along the Delaware Bay, covered with horseshoe crabs, some laying eggs, some dying---a scene of confusion and chaos.  As I turned the corner at Cape Henlopen, where the Atlantic Ocean meets the Bay, I was elated to see the beaches were wider, sand sparkling clean, with dunes covered with sea oats.  A passage from darkness and clutter to light and order.  Even the waves, bigger and stronger, spoke of a new viability. I was filled with new hope, I knew I was emotionally turning the corner also.  A seminal happening that foretold the future unfolding for me.

I rented a condo, joined a church, volunteered to teach pottery in Matthew's private school, worked as a volunteer in an art gallery, and started classes at the University of Delaware, taking "Financial Decision Making for Women".   There, and in other activities, I met others who had the same interests, and I felt like a spider woman weaving a web of interesting friends.