six Months

It’s been six months today since my guy passed. It feels like just yesterday that I heard his last breath.

I'm grateful for my recent movie outings. I've gone with a friend, and I've gone alone both have been fun experiences. We used to go to movies all the time; unlike my mother who would watch anything, we had standards. I thought it would feel sad going without Jim, but just like other circumstances that brought me pleasure in the past, it's a pleasure I remember not the lack of his company.

I'm grateful for a semblance of order returning to our home. It's a slow process but as each tiny space is reclaimed by cleanliness and order, I feel my spirit lift a little more. Now if the castle grounds I so envy would shape up, life would be good. I want gravel, not weedy flower beds.

I’ve missed you for so long, I’ll miss you for the rest of my days.

I hope you’re enjoying the company wherever you are .. when we’re together again I want you all to myself. Our souls will soar.