Last week was a stinker.  It marked the one year anniversary of my son’s death.  He passed on October 1st and the memorial service was on October 8th.  I was in a funk all week.  It was as if I was grieving brand new, every day, all week.  I was so focused inward that I was having a hard time finding God through it all.  I returned to asking, “How and what did we all do to get here?” Yesterday, a Sunday, marked the anniversary of the memorial service.  I woke up feeling as if I might start crying at the drop of a hat.  In fact, I did tear up several times before lunch.  I was trying to be a big girl and trying to move in a more positive direction with my day.  Honestly, I had indulged myself with grieving so much during the week that I was a little sick of myself. My husband and I decided that we needed to get out of the house yesterday afternoon.  We browsed around...