I thought I'd throw a little light in - I just watched my Giants go in the toilet - aargh. It's 46 degrees out, and drizzling, and it was 84 last weekend. Double aargh. But I put a pot of chilli on, my bills are written (though I'm kiting big time), my house is semi-clean, and I'm warm and sitting in my sweatpants and sweatshirt watching a very old Barbara Stanwyck movie. It could be worse, for sure. You know, my thoughts for all of you don't end when I click off the computer - I hope and pray for peace and comfort for all of us. Hugs, Marsha
Posts You May Be Interested In
I lost my husband of 34 years to cancer on My 10, 2018. Looking for friends to help me walk through the grieving process.
I lost my husband last month in a motorcycle accident in which myself and our 4 year old son were following behind him in our car on the way to church. He was 26, a minister in training and a middle school teacher. He was amazing. Every day is a struggle and I just wonder when anything will feel even close to normal. Nothing feels normal to do because it feels wrong to do it without him. I feel...