I found myself at home on a Sunday after completing our pilgrimage in Spain. Sunday was usually our training day in preparation to walk the Camino.
I suddenly realized it was Sunday and it was football season. A wave of grief washed over me thinking about our Sundays at home. Laurence and I always ate leisurely breakfast together and read the Sunday paper. It was a joy to listen to him watch football and cheer for his team. Wherever I was in the house, I could hear the game.
In his honor I turned on the game. Just the sound of football Sunday brought some peace.
