The past two days I have been alone, J, my lady friend, girlfriend, (who know what terminology to use at this age) has been shopping until she drops and making presents. She is a "tween" person. Between her parents in their late 90's and her four grandchildren (who I love as much as my own ten grandchildren) all of which are within a short driving distance. My grandchildren are spread all over the map and range in age from college to pre-school.

As I laid in bed this morning I wondered why I ever started this blog. Was it to share my experiences and help others? Was it therapy for me? Was it to be entertaining with my essays? I suppose it is all of these. I have read other widower's and widow's blogs and have found some interesting and some a recitation of daily events ... opppps, I think that is what I am doing now.
Several blogs, written by those who have written books on grieving, were interesting and I assume have helped others with the grieving process. While I still have my departed wife in my life, I am not grieving. I carry her wedding ring on my key chain so she is with me every day. And J acknowledges my love of/for her. This does not diminish my love for J. The heart can hold much love and love of two women takes up a very small part of it. Of course my heart is also filled with a different kind of love for my family and hers. I thank God that her family is so lovable.
Well now that I have made my brunch, I am off to return my rental movies and swing by the Library to see if I am needed to put away books and stuff.
Coming up next ... perhaps another essay or perhaps more drivel.
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