I’ve spent the last few months picking away at things getting them sorted and ready to either go to the trash, Operation Homefront to include in care packages, given away, donated…..
I sat at my desk last evening and started in on THAT mess.
…and pulled out the bag with all of Nick’s medical papers. I started going thru everything to make sure there was nothing I really needed to keep. And ended up with a 3 ring binder, clear page inserts and 7 notepads.
And tears rolling as I once again lived all that he went through. Things I had forgotten, care at home instructions, all the folders he got every time he was in the hospital (7 that I found) filled with pamphlets on how to……..
How did I ever get through all that…..?
Certainly not unscathed.
I simply do not know how Nick made it through what he did for as long as he did. He had SUCH strength.
We had a talk last night. I told him it was time for me to move on.
No lightening bolts came from the sky so I guess he’s good with that.
Wish me luck with Ted, my love.