facing life
Well,here I am. I woke up having a dream that I was trying to find my husband, who died twelve years ago this month. I still have dreams (nightmares?) that he's alive somewhere, hiding for me. At least this time I wasn't driving around looking for him. I was more sophisticated. I had hired ap rivate detective who was trying to find him via his social security number! Isn't it pathetic thatt his is where I'm at after twelve years? It's time to go back to school, both teaching and graduate school. I really hate this time of year. The anniversary of his birthday, death date, and going back to school! Ugh! Thank you, Jesus, for my lovely daughter. What other eighteen year old would call her mom sixteen times because I didn't answer? (I left my phone in the car.) Thank you for my wonderful dog. Please help me to accept and face the reality of this life, and somehow use my life as something more than an expression of pain.