Today is my Jim’s birthday. He would have been 68…instead he is forever 65.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUSBAND ❤️
I Miss you Husband
My Beloved Best Friend..
Your smile, your laugh
Your love that transcends…
Today is your birthday
And we are apart..
I draw strength from our love though
And when the tears start…..
I’ll cry my river..
While deep within my soul..
I feel you with me
And for a little while,
I’ll pretend, I am whole.
Love. You. Husband ❤️
“My own eyes are not enough for me; I will see through those of others.” ~C.S. Lewis…
The things we take for granted. 6 days ago I walked out of my house to attend a widows meeting able to see out of both my eyes, I returned home only able to see out of one eye. I’ve lost vision in my right eye. Possibly a detached retina, right now no clear answer. Next appointment is Wednesday for another ultrasound……
In the meantime, all I can ‘see’ is blurred light and some shadows..daytime is obviously better then nighttime….
I’m doing my best to remain optimistic. It’s scary. It’s frustrating. I find myself going back and forth, thinking the worst and wondering how I’m going to function and live if this can’t be healed…will I ever be able to use my Nikon again?…drive myself long distances?
I’m also telling myself not to go down that road just yet…….my retina specialist is proving to be a good guy who’s main objective is to get me my vision back, so once again I am Grateful for the people I’m led to.
“In darkness God’s truth shines most clear.” ~Corrie ten Boom~
AND….On the bright side…I’ve got sight in my left eye!!!
Lesson: we must not become so absorbed looking for bigger or better miracles that we miss all the everyday ones………
❤️ Love when he visits
Last nights sunset..front porch view
Soul-Strollin’ by the creek
All by myself
This beautiful poem popped up a few days ago. Knew I needed to share…and what better time then today. 120 weeks ago my Jim died…I hold on to our memories and I celebrate him.
A portion of your soul has been
entwined with mine
A gentle kind of togetherness, while
separately we stand.
As two trees deeply rooted in
separate plots of ground,
While their topmost branches
Forming a miracle of lace
against the heavens.”
Images of women in transition
Your soul entwined with mine