One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
February 19, 2022
Ohhhhh, this day. Yeah. I got a couple few new gray hairs that day. Ooof. Oh, people down-cast in despair See the disillusion everywhere Hoping...
February 18, 2022
I feel like... I don't know, like this was the day that was on the fence, and things from then on could have gotten slowly...
February 17, 2022
Ohhhhhh, this was THIS day. This was a headache and a half. I am so, so glad I stood my ground on this. If they...
February 16, 2022
Ironic that this is posting on Thanksgiving, becasue I think it's the last day I felt I had even the tiniest thing to be thankful...
February 15, 2022
It's so odd writing some of this out in hindsight. I want to go back in time and tell myself it'll be over soon, so......
February 14, 2022
February 14th. Valentine's Day. Three and a half weeks left. This might have been the last day I didn't have to force myself to feel...
February 13, 2022
There wasn't much to say about Tim on this day. I thought maybe it was one of those days where I had a different message...
February 12, 2022
This was just an OK day. I was feeling a little overwhelmed with how Tim just wasn't getting better by leaps and bounds, in fact...
February 11, 2022
This was a good day. An OK day. A day that didn't completely suck. The next week, too, was about the same. It wasn't whoo-hooo-fantastic-party,...
February 10, 2022
This was a good day. I took another basket of goodies to the staff on our floor, and PT/OT got Tim up and walking! I...
February 9, 2022
I felt better this day than I did the day before, and definitely better than the day before that. I still didn't feel GREAT, mind...
February 8, 2022
I took a day off! I didn't write anything to family (although I have a vague feeling that I may have talked to them on...
