I haven't found it yet, but getting there. I have less time being depressed and more time getting things done. I smile some, play with the dogs a little and have brief moments that I don't miss him as much. Getting out of the house is still hard, although we did do it yesterday. I still haven't been able to to to Wal-Mart, Don's favorite place. Soon, I hope. Still not sleeping much and neither is Eddie, going to bed seems a waste of time. Time. I guess that's the only answer.
God bless and keep all widows and widowers out there, I know how it feels.
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Ah. Good. I hear something in your voice, some energy, some hope. And some acceptance. All good. I love you, Doc. Love your spirit, love your grit, love your insides. Love you. Period.
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