Diary of a Widow

We aren't repeating history, are we?

In P.S. I Love You she had the job of her dreams within a year of her husband's death. I am coming up on six years. It's time. Who can help?

Does he need hugs and kisses and more time with mom? Or does he need some quiet time in his bedroom and doing extra chores?

We (or perhaps just I) sang happy birthday and we celebrated, in our rushed way, his life. We miss him. But, life has continued. We are blessed. We go on.

I just envision this tree working so hard to provide five peaches to his loving owner, only to have them stolen. Now, the tree produces none.

We choose whether to make life a triumph or a tragedy.

My boys are growing up. They are healing. We are finding joy in our journey once again.

I still stand in awe that my Father in Heaven continues to send others to nourish me both physically and spiritually.

How do I keep the negative latchkey effects from affecting my children? Am I wrong to make them sit home with no parents for hours after school, rather than let them be with their friends? I don't know the answer....

My oldest must be missing his dad. I think he starts to dig his few remaining things out when he is missing him. But, for it to happen today... on our little girl's birthday, just made me smile even more.