Tuesday May 28th
Day 31
I’ve been on my own for a month.
I’m learning a new routine.
I’ve had to watch the gas gauge and remember to put gas in the truck.
I’ve taken the trash and the recycle materials.
I’ve fed and watered the chickens and cleaned their coop.
I’ve planted the rest of the potatoes and onions he purchased.
I’ve picked the strawberries he planted.
We were a team. I had my responsibilities, and he had his, but we worked together. We depended upon each other. Lord, this is hard. It isn’t that I can’t do these things but I miss my other half.
I mourn the loss of time.
Memorial Day reminded me that many others had even less time.
Young men and women who died serving their country – far from home and family.
We were blessed to have had so may years together.
We had time – time to be a family – time to make memories – time to love – to laugh – to experience life.
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