I figure that if I keep busy 20 hours a day and allow only 4 hours for sleep – maybe I won’t think.
Think about you and about us and memories of beautiful vacations and just plain days when we sat in our chairs next to each other; holding hands and reading our books. I think I liked those days most of all. Another thing to miss.
Time is passing by. Our grand babies are no longer babies. Time was the enemy when I lost you. You were so weak by then. If I could have held time still, I surely would have. But then, there is never really a good time to lose part of yourself – your heart. Physically, the heart is strong. Spiritually, the heart has faith. But Personally, the heart is broken and has lost it’s sparkle. Nothing is the same.
I am taking it still, one day at a time. And I am working on slowing down a bit. So what if the tears come when I have a quiet moment. I think that’s okay now.