Yesterday I drove over 100 miles. Now that for me is progress. For the last 10 yrs of my married life my husband did all the driving. This is only my second time since he died, that I pushed myself to go alone any distance at all. I taking baby steps, but at least I'm moving. Of course I took Jesus, Mary & Joseph and all the angels and saints along with me. I also invited Bud to come along. I will keep trying to live life each day, it's not the same - I don't enjoy it much - but this is the hand I was delt, so I'll keep trying to make the most of it. It's been almost 20 months - in a way it seems like yesterday and in another way it feels like I haven't had my fantastic husband to hug in years. I thank God for what we had - and ask His help for me - I know He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call.
My dear husband of 46 years passed away on December 15, 2009; he had a bad stroke 6.5 years ago and gradually became an invalid. I took care of him at home, didn't want to put him in a nursing home. Even though he was so incapacitated, I was and am surprised at the depth of my loss and my loneliness for him. My life was centered around him, it was a joy for me to take care of him, the only love of my life. We have seven children, most are married and we have 17 grandchildren!! After a month, I'm just now getting on my feet, there was so much to do after the funeral, 60 thank you's for which I wrote each a personal note and other things that needed attending to. We're in the same boat, Ruth, both avidly involved in our parishes and all the prayer support, some dear pro-life friends and my family -- this keeps me going. Our God is closer to us than we are to ourselves!!