Ugh. Widow’s Day? Really? Do we really need another day to remind us? I know there’s not a day that goes by that I’m not reminded of what I am missing.
This weekend is the big Spring Grummage Sale in my community. I figured I’d participate since I’m overwhelmed with stuff. As I started going through boxes, the tears started flowing. Each box holds some memory of my past life. A life where I had my partner. A life where I had my mom. So much has changed that sometimes I don’t recognize my life.
But memories are good, and when that is all you have you cling to them. Every day I have a ritual. I do all of my puzzles (Wordle, Dordle, Quordle. Octordle, NY crossword, AARP crossword) and I check my FB memories. Not always in that order. I love when pictures of our adventures come up. But a lot of my posts were “Kevin is working, so I’m on my own”. I wish there had been less of those and more time together. That is why I am trying to work less and play more.
I’m stating my new job on May 30th. I’m excited by terrified. I also have a big trip coming up this month so stay tuned.
A Wandering Widow 
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