It has been 100 days since Glen left this world as we know it. I trust he is in a better place free of the dreaded cancer that plagued his male family members.
This is a paraphrase from Elizabeth Edwards. THIS IS THE LIFE I HAVE NOW, AND THE ONLY WAY TO BE RESILIENT WHEN THESE LAND MINES EXPLODE BENEATH MY FOUNDATION, IS FIRST TO ACCEPT THAT THERE IS A NEW REALITY.
The new reality is I am on my own. I cry and sob every single morning and sometimes all day long. Another reality is I am getting along remarkably well. I have taken the challenges of driving my own rig and working and coming and going alone. I have even gone dancing which is something I have never done alone in my life.
My garden is thriving. There are a lot of weeds on the property. I put them in the category of
will it make any difference in 10 years. That solves quite a few problems.
The children have been supportive. Kirk has had time to help me get going, but he is working all the time now. Lacey still asks "where is Grandpa Glen, I want to see him". This makes me cry
I traded my car in on a pickup truck that I can pull my horse trailer with if I am not going camping. I have never had to deal on anything like that before. Who knows if I got a good deal or not. I sure don't I just have to have faith that everything will work out for the best.