"You Are My Rock"

My wife said to me, "You are my rock." If you follow your heart, you may be surprised where it takes you.

My grief journey has led me to a place I would not have expected. It started with walking around in a daze. Then a rock would catch my eye, and I would pick it up and put it in my pocket. I found myself with a tear-streaked face, putting my hand in my pocket and touching the rock.

I started getting a surplus of rocks and, not wanting to be a rock hoarder, I had an idea of finding rocks I could carve. I found some special rocks (only found in Michigan) that were far away from home. When the thought of going away from the comfort of home was scary, I drove the distance. I wanted to stop and turn around at every turn but kept going.

My heart led me to this place in the U.P., so the thought of carving hearts came to me. My will found its way, and I created a special heart, which I call "Kona Heart," the Pocket Heart.

I was surprised when this came full circle. A person on TikTok asked for one, and I surprised her by sending her one. She thanked me and told me it could not have come at a better time because two days prior, she had lost a family member. She ended her thank you with a "God Bless You."

Who would have thought picking up a random rock would lead to touching someone’s heart?

Thank you for reading my story. I hope it helps someone, which is my reason for sharing. Having faith and taking one step at a time will lead us to a special place in our hearts.

"You Are My Rock"

Silver Buffalo