It’s hard for me to say no. With the best of intentions, many people want to keep me busy. It’s their “cure” for my missing Joe. I, too, thought I must get involved, and my calendar is filled. What I really need is more time to be alone and let myself grieve.
I’m saying no to:
Potluck suppers. I don’t feel like preparing food or making small talk. I would rather stay home with a good book.
Singles groups. The members are…