It has been a most difficult year, but, most of the time, I do OK.
I have been off of blogger, both writing and commenting, for awhile because of a loved one's health. You know these things will come to us all sooner or later, but we are never fully prepared to accept how hard it is to deal with. My love had no sooner recovered from the big C when his heart became a problem. We have been through an emotional roller coaster this past year and sometimes I just want to scream. He, though, is so very brave and pushes on and I know he has the spirit and fortitude to get through this.
Last night, there was another big blow that rocked us to our core. What started out as a day of hope turned to despair. I know that I have to pick myself up and move on, but the wound is great and it will take time to heal - about four years. I was ready to toast with a glass of fine wine last night to a brave lady, Hillary, who tried her best but failed to break the glass ceiling, but the thought of any spirits made me ill. Hopefully, soon, there will come a day when my stomach won't be out of sorts and the sun will shine and I will once again enjoy the good life, or at least one with less anxiety.
I have been off of blogger, both writing and commenting, for awhile because of a loved one's health. You know these things will come to us all sooner or later, but we are never fully prepared to accept how hard it is to deal with. My love had no sooner recovered from the big C when his heart became a problem. We have been through an emotional roller coaster this past year and sometimes I just want to scream. He, though, is so very brave and pushes on and I know he has the spirit and fortitude to get through this.
Last night, there was another big blow that rocked us to our core. What started out as a day of hope turned to despair. I know that I have to pick myself up and move on, but the wound is great and it will take time to heal - about four years. I was ready to toast with a glass of fine wine last night to a brave lady, Hillary, who tried her best but failed to break the glass ceiling, but the thought of any spirits made me ill. Hopefully, soon, there will come a day when my stomach won't be out of sorts and the sun will shine and I will once again enjoy the good life, or at least one with less anxiety.
