Finished - Almost

Yesterday morning, the last work trailer was pulled out of my driveway.

The repair work to my house from work that should have been done right to begin with in 2005 had been completed.

Rob died 393 days ago - 1 year and 27 days.

My children and I have been living in limbo since the day before that...

...when the ambulance arrived at my house. 

The only true consistency in our lives since then (other than God, of course) has been transition.

Transistion in every area of our lives - in every area of our identities.

Boxing up everything - putting our lives in tidy little containers.

Changing our world.

This started in Rob's study - on the day he died.  I went to his church study and tried my best to pull everything "personal" that I could find fast.  I took 3 boxes.  The rest stayed until I got the building built on my property where I live now.  

As this house work has been going on, we have had to move boxes and furniture from one place to another as the work was completed.  More work.  More waiting.  More transition.

So yesterday, as the last trailer was pulled out of my driveway, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the brand new roof still has to be repaired, 

I can see the finish line. 

(Jacking up the house and building new supports moved the house and that stressed and pulled the caulking at the dormer window and where the tin roof pieces connect at the different levels of the roof - thus causing the leaking roof ), 

But the underneath supports and levels ARE finished.

So maybe, just maybe - almost afraid to say it out loud - 

my house can now support my life.

Maybe now I can start to unpack the parts of my old life that I want to keep...

...and transition it all into our new world.

Just maybe - the limbo will start to steady a little.