a year into widowhood.
Enjoying all the moments of my life. Every little freaking one. This comment might not be true. I think I just threw it in there. All moments are not equal. Some suck and some don't. But, I'm learning. No one tells you that you need to re learn life after a death. What was, isn't anymore, even if what was, was hard. Kind of went Dr. Seuss there. I think what I am saying is you need to roll with whatever you got. Sometimes, you fall down hard, and you think you can't get up, but dammit you do. You do get up, you cry, you bitch, you wake up sad or angry or just plain not feeling it, and then one day the fog lifts. And it might have been easier if it didn't, but it does. You see that it's a beautiful day. That some guy looked you over and you are kind of happy about that. Hell, you are 57. You realize that things will never be the same as they were. And that is painful but at the same time, would you, could you go back? Isn't change what life is all about? The learning, the growing, the flexing those unused muscles, the seeing that there is a lot more that you can do. Your life begins anew each day. I didn't write that but I did just now re write it. You have a new slate, a fresh beginning, a chance to do the impossible. Live.