In May 2020, my wonderful husband and lifetime companion died of pancreatic cancer. Honestly, I didn't want to go on without him, he was my confidant, my counselor, and he kept me grounded when the world seemed to go mad. But I have children, grandchildren, and now great-grandchildren (at 67 I'm really not old enough!) I'm blessed so much and with good health. So almost two years on, I'm putting my life back together. I still have the mornings when I'd rather pull the covers over my head and not get up, but I live in a first-floor apartment, and Taffie my lab collie cross, has to go out...and she lets me know! Bless her. At night, memories haunt me, and sometimes in the half-waking, half-sleeping hours I forget and talk to him, think he's next to me, reach out and remember. So I plan, I'm a planner and God has gifted me with life, to live and live to the full. It begins each morning by getting out of bed, giving thanks, and walking Taffi...
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