Little by little…..

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I write in my journal just about every night. There are times when I skip a day or 4….but I always come back to it. Sometimes I fill it….sometimes I just jot notes. It’s been a healing experience. Putting my thoughts down in here for public consumption is way different than what I write in my journal. That is private. My daughter may get that journal after I die. She can read it and burn it.

As I come to terms with Nick’s death, I find things fading. Like the sound of his voice. The touch of his hand. The tickle of his mustache.

The terror of his cancer? No. I wonder if that will ever leave me. With friends and family being diagnosed? I doubt it. I look through photos now from 2011 and on……and think “that damn tumor was there then, wasn’t it??”

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I went back and reread my journal entries. And I’ve gone back and reread this blog. It brought a lot of thoughts and things back but without the intense pain that was there when I originally wrote it. I have voice mails and videos of him with the grandkids….so I go back and watch them and listen to his voice. It knocks me to my knees to hear him and see him. Maybe that pain will fade one day.

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This little guy, his mommy, and my oldest grandson, I think miss him the most. I hate that they lost their Papa. But no one ever said life was fair.

~Today I leave you to ponder the following: He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.  ~Socrates

 

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