She had insisted I call her Mildred. Mildred insisted I stay with her as long as I felt the need. I was grateful that I didn’t have to spend the days alone thinking and rethinking everything. Then one day it was like a bolt of lightning in my head. I could see clearly for the first time since Roscoe’s death. I was sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair watching the horizon as the setting sun cast a pink and orange glow across the land, and the purple wildflowers glistened in the sunlight. A big oak tree with large branches shaded the entire front area. I bowed my head and I prayed, “Why do I feel alone when I know in my heart of hearts that You are always with me? I've been feeling so sorry for myself that I forgot that You are the one in charge. Please forgive my ignorance. I know now that you must have something very important for Roscoe to do or you wouldn't have taken him from me. What I need now is Your guidance for whatever path I travel from here on out.”
