I am not sure where to begin tonight. I realize that I have been keeping a lot of feelings inside. I keep busy, my days filled with the kids and work. I go until I finally fall asleep. A sleep with no dreams. I guess it is a safe place as my heart and mind are free of the ache for those hours. But I realize that going like this may make me miss signs.

This past week has been hard. I miss Hamid so much and at times am surprised that it still feels so surreal. It is hard to imagine that I won't feel his arms around me again. I had told Hamid that I felt so safe and secure with him - I always knew he would take care of me. But here I am, without him. Maybe that's why it is so hard for me to be away from home and the kids. If I am gone for too long I feel almost homesick. I have this incessant urge to get home as fast as I can. Yes, to go home where I am safe, where I can see the kids, hear their laughter, and sense Hamid around me.

I have been trying to take more time to just "be." To feel, to listen, and to look for signs that God may be sending to me. Just the other day, I laughed as I listened to Hamid's Rush cd. I could see him jamming with his electric guitar, lost in the music. I knew he was smiling down on me. I skipped ahead through the rest of the songs and then I came across a ballad that talked about letting this moment lasting forever; holding on...I remember our vow renewal and how that day we wanted to hold on to the love in the room as our friends and family, listening to our wedding song, danced with us. That was the last time that Hamid and I danced together.

I know there are more signs for me, to give me strength to go on without Hamid here in this physical world. I just need to make time to open myself to them. Hamid, I love you and I hope that you can sense my love in that beautiful place where you are waiting for me.

Gifts from Ariyana and Afshin

I have really been feeling the heaviness lately. I am still doing ok, but Hamid's loss weighs on my spirit. I still laugh and love each day but I miss those days when I did it with my entire heart; my spirit feeling full and free. But there are still gifts that come - not always the ones that I would really like to have, but they are there and I am grateful for the strength and hope that they give to me. This week, it was in the love and innocence of Ariyana and Afshin.

The past few days Ariyana has mentioned Hamid quite often. It is those random moments when she fleetingly comments, "Chewey is in Heaven with God. Lexy is with Chewey. They're in Heaven with Baba and God." After I confirm it, she is off and on to a new adventure. (sigh) If it only were so easy.

Hamid always told me how loving and caring Ariyana was - and she was barely two! He was right. The other night, I was home alone with the kids. Ariyana was sitting at the table eating her ice cream with sprinkles and I was over in the living room with Afshin. Out of the blue, she said, "Maman, are you sad?" I was surprised and quickly answered no. A few minutes went by and she asked me again, so this time I went over and told her that sometimes I get sad when I miss Baba. She looked at me and said so matter of factly, "Don't worry, I'm here." And of course, I felt the heaviness momentarily ease as Ariyana gave me the beautiful gift of pure and innocent love. I then asked her if she missed Baba. Looking down intently at her ice cream she nodded and said yes. I asked her is she was sad, she quickly responded, "No, because you're here." My heart swelled and I blinked back tears. So young, yet so wise.

On Sunday, Afshin and I stayed home alone since we both had colds. That evening we sat at the table eating dinner. Afshin was enjoying his Pop-pops guacomole when he looked at the ceiling and smiled. He started saying "Baba, Baba, Baba" and waved his hand. I looked around the kitchen. It was just the two of us. I didn't feel like Hamid was there, but I thought, who knows. I smiled and told Afshin how much his Baba loved him and that he was in Heaven watching over him.

I hope one day that Ariyana and Afshin will read this and will feel a connection to their father and know how much strength they gave me each day.