Balm for my soul

I've come to realize that the woman who lost her baby is not going to acknowledge my mother's death or the flowers I've sent, in any way. Even though we are both traveling down the grief journey road, she is not going to write me. As long as I've given up my expectation for any kind of sympathetic comment, I can move on. And I don't plan to write any more about my mother on her site, because it is about her and her baby. I also realize that it is the support of family and friends that is helping me through this sorrowful time. I need wisdom from the Holy Spirit so that the acknowledgment notes that I write are honest and true. My friend said when she writes she prays, "Lord, I will take care of the quantity. You take care of the quality." It is so hard for me to thank people when my heart is bruised, my mind isn't working, my balance is off, and stress is making my body act strangely. I haven't seen my dad and his dog in over a week, so plan to stop and visit with him after work. I called him to make sure that he didn't plan to rest at that time. I walk my dogs every day around the field because the beautiful green trees, sun, peaceful setting soothe my soul. Had to wash Maui's vest last night because she rolled in something awful before I could stop her.