Trying to get off the meds, all but the anti-depressant and I will need that awhile. Getting off Ambien is terrible but the side effects were much worse. So what if I don't sleep? I can always do laundry! Evenings are long and lonely, better if I get a call. Eddie and I are both bored, and it can only get worse with Winter at our heels. We miss Don so much, and it's so painful to talk about him. Even my great-niece can't talk about him, she loved him very much.
Overwhelmed with the house, with repairs, cleaning, getting rid of things. I guess time will help me out, for right now I sit and try to watch tv or go online, at least I feel connected to the outside world.
This really sucks.
I will honor my husband's memory in my own way and in my own time. I will not sit around and cry, or recall all the good times, not yet. They creep in sometimes and I have to get up and do something to keep busy or call a friend.
Everyone handles grief and loss in their own way. I want to go on living. Crawling into a tear-filled hole isn't living.
Don, if you're listening, if you are in a good place, I love you with all my heart, but my life isn't over and I know you wouldn't want it to be. Be at peace, my only love.
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Oh, so beautifully said, Doc. Only you could so succinctly and coherently state what is impossible to be said. No, your mom could have done it too. I know you inherited that wonderful gift from Bernie T. : I hear it in your 'voice' when you pen something. I love you, girlfriend. Always and forever~
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