For listening. Always listening, and never judging.
Our talks….Midnight grilled cheese chats and 3 a.m.
conversations about our journey together.
And the laughter….So much laughter. 😄
Thank you for giving me All of you, and accepting All
Of me, for in doing so, We became an Us ❤️
Thank you for 14 years 4 months of partnership…
I will cherish the memories and be Grateful
For every single moment of our journey and life
Together. The ups. The downs. The detours.
No matter where my journey takes me, you will be there. For it was through you that I learned to see, love and accept myself. You gave me the strength to grow……and I will honor your memory by continuing to do so…….you gave me my wings baby,,,,I’m gonna Fly. I. Love. You ❤️❤️❤️
Yesterday brought us ‘milder’ temperatures (50) and abundant sunshine. So, knowing the next few days we’re forecast to have rain, I headed over to Childs Park for an early afternoon Soul Stroll…….got a nice stroll in, then found a quiet spot to sit, contemplate and write…..
Yesterday afternoon, being a dark chilly day, I curled up and continued to read a few chapters in I Wasn’t Ready To Say Goodbye. I came across a small poem written by Wendy Feireise. I sat for a while staring and pondering her words and then adapted it just a bit….
It’s something you don’t necessarily get over
As much as it’s something you just get through.
It’s not something you can get by
‘Cause there’s no getting around it.
It never quite gets better
Rather, it just gets different.
Every moment, of every day
GRIEF puts on a new face.
(Adapted from Wendy Feireisen)
My grief , I own it. I’m living it every moment of every day. It’s mine, alone. There is no one size fits all way to grieve or heal. When I speak of my Jim (which is ALOT) I do so with more smiles then tears. I want to celebrate him and the love we shared….yes, oh yes I miss him terribly, but to sit and think of the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘if onlys’ would only prove to be a personal, silent torture…and not for nothing, that’s not for me.
My life has changed…it is different. But He is with me. As I continue to go through my days, grieving, healing and learning all about this ‘new me’ , I will shed my tears, and I will smile. Though Grief has become a somewhat friend of mine….he’s more of an acquaintance…..
Today…….I’m Forever Grateful for my Life and My Journey. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world………
3 weeks ago I locked the doors behind me and said goodbye to my beloved island home…..Yesterday, we (myself, my son and son-in-law) headed down to the island to pick up Jims truck. It was a kamikaze run, so my visit was short. Was able to see who I needed to see and then hit the road heading north once again. I have to say, it was harder for the boys seeing our empty house then for me. That house, within those walls, we did make memories, but when it comes down to it, it’s just a building. Jim Was my Home. So my memories and his Spirit will go with me wherever my journey takes me.
Keep On Truckin’
I AM GRATEFUL AND BLESSED WITH OUR MEMORIES..OF WHICH THERE ARE MANY ❤️