Good Morning, Gentle Readers,
As I wake each day and begin the process of walking myself through another day, I have realized that I am still in a state of shock with the loss of my husband.
Now I knew he was ill. I knew that at 85 years old, Jack was living his last days, but that day at home, his last day at home, he was happy. All was right in his world.
And then, just like that…it wasn’t.
Now I wander around. I look for Jack outside, and the other day I actually wondered when he’d call. I know he won’t be coming home or calling, and I sure do miss him.
The Food Bank continues to make out well. There are so many items that Jack loved, and I did not. I’ll tell you, it felt very good to bring it all in, especially since their shelves were empty.
Lili is doing a bit better. She sure misses Jack, and her nerves have been somewhat frayed. But each day, she seems to get better and better.
Have a great Thursday, and keep an eye on the sky, as we are due for some rough weather later on.
One day at a time, MB. I love that you are letting life unfold and that you have your fur babies to walk the journey with you.
Just keep breathing and loving those dogs. Take care of you.