Taylor and I agreed. It was the most perfect day it could be…without Dad.
Quiet night. Taylor rests with the bean comfy bag warmed up, wrapped in a blanket and no, we do not have air conditioning on. Perry Mason is visiting again in a hushed tone as Taylor’s headache has returned.
Grief Share: wow! I wish we would have touched on the topic, ooooh, a week or two ago…
On Taylor and my journey, the biggest challenge, at least for today, is the “stuff.” The long weekend is coming…fun right? Not so much when this is our first long weekend w/out Archie. A holiday with a hole.
I think I shocked Taylor. We moved the fifth piece of furniture and Taylor finally settled into her room. She was like,”Mom, it’s time to rest.” hmmm…maybe.
A new day. Last Sunday stunk. I don’t want to do that Sunday again, EVER, thank you. Pastor Dave says,”Doing what you’ve always done will get you what you’ve always got,” or something to that effect.
Time for a change.
Taylor’s home!!! She got home around 3:30ish Friday morning. We talked for about an hour and then she retired and so did I…for an hour.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. It’s raining, it’s pouring… .
Taylor’s escape to California didn’t quite turn out the way she had planned.
Post birthday, but not. Dear Martha at work asked me when they could celebrate my birthday, for birthdays at Heartfelt (if one believes in birthdays) are special.
The birthday continued…off to church. I don’t normally go by myself so I got there really early because I did not want to squeeze into rows. It’s a little different now. We always had to look for a section of seats for the three of us. Now: seating for one, please.