Life goes on...that really puts my panties in a twist...
The world has refused to stop since my dear man died.
Keeping busy.
.I put some random English fabrics here as a possible border..
Better let them germinate for decision time.
Yesterday, before my stress pulled a back muscle..
I put together three 16 patches from one shirt of my dear.
Still desolate here..Family all gone home.
I know my Stephanie cannot work 25 hours a week and sustain herself when she has been working 55 hours weeks..she will have to leave me.
I know my Stephanie cannot work 25 hours a week and sustain herself when she has been working 55 hours weeks..she will have to leave me.
I know my daughter has her own life.
I know I am not the only widow woman in the world.
Knowing is useless.
Between my brain and my heart there is a cement block.
I am shocked.
Mr.O'Quilts really should have said something like:
"Honey..you know I only have 10 more hours to live..so get real now.."
But, he didn't.
7 comments:
You and the kids can't lose Stephanie on top of everything else!!! Your readers need to know that they can help by donating to the fund that was set up for Mr. O'Quilts. Anyone who is interested, go to hopeforfintan.webs.com. Scroll down a bit and click on donate. Let's give Diane at least a few more months with a caregiver for the children.
I, too, am new to your blog. But I hold you in my heart, I do. We lost our son a few years ago and now my husband has cancer. I do not dwell on the future, but sometimes I do think of it. I know there is no preparing, I just have to trust I will get through whatever comes, and so will you. You have such a strong spirit, it will take time, but you will find your way. This bit of wisdom helped sustain me when our son died - "to have the courage to face what life brings, everything lies in that". there are so many good loving people in the world, and many of them are watching over you.
Dear one,
I think of you every day and am praying for comfort and solace as you walk this hard, hard road of grief. The quilt squares from your dear man's shirts are beautiful. Do you know how much you inspire? It's true. Much, much love ...
Oh, dear Diane, my heart breaks for you. You are in my thoughts and prayers as you begin this new part of your journey. You are loved. Huge hugs coming your way. xo
Hugs to you and your sweet babies
I hope you can find someone to chat to. The changes are so great, the emptiness so vast, it's overwhelming.
Hugs
All any of us can do is take one day at a time, sometimes just one breath at a time. Thinking of you.
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