On Tim’s first anniversary, I was still on crutches (from a broken ankle), but all the sisters in my house drove me up to Tim’s grave. They even brought a folding lawn chair for me to be able to just sit at his grave. I read aloud from Psalm 139:
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there you hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Let only darkness cover me,
and the light around me be night,”
even the darkness is not dark to thee,
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with thee.
Witnesses to Hope 
Sr. Dorcee, thank you for sharing your heart with us in your postings about Tim. The pictures are beautiful, and make Tim real to us–I am so touched by them. May God be very close to you in your sorrow, and may He give you great grace as you share with us Monday night. You are in our prayers! Pat
May you find comfort that even in Tim’s darkest moments it was not too dark for Christ. And because of that I know you will see and be with him again.Diane
May he rest in the peace of our merciful Savior.