Okay..so here I am. Living life alone and learning that it's okay. Never thought I would be living alone. There is a first time for everything I suppose. There are good things about living alone (although I had to really look for good points at first). When I buy something to eat and go back to get it......it's still there!! No one makes a mess for me to clean up.....except ME!! When I can't find something I KNOW it has to be here somewhere cause no one else moved it but.....you got it....ME!
But I am getting ahead of myself. Just how did I end up here, all alone?
Long story short, I was living life, had finally reached the point where all my children were pretty much grown (well they could take care of themselves). My wonderful husband, Matthew, of just under 20 yrs, and I were enjoying a bit of freedom from parenting and starting to spend more time focusing on each other. On evening in January 2010 my life became unrecognizable. My adoring husband suffered a stroke and 4 days later I was a widow. It's all a blur really. A dream that plays over and over in my mind. The outcome is always the same. The pain has lessened but will never be completely absent.
Some how I had to go on, to move forward, to learn to live again. Has it been easy? NO! But I have learned so much and know that my journey is far from over. The joys of life so far outweigh the sorrows.
Take a journey with me, see how funny and inventive life can be. Sometimes when we see things from another person's point of view it makes more sense.
