It’s Sunday morning, Joy AM is keeping me updated on our shared fears of Trump’s upcoming takeover our country in a few weeks, but here in my sanctuary, my weekly laundry routine is in the dryer stage, and I have Sunday well organized, thanks to a perfect invitation from Tara: a concert at Scott’s church we to hear Scott sing with his beloved choir and then dinner. It will be wonderful, just as it was when we attended a concert there once and another day in my life under reconstruction will be filled with everything good.
A life under reconstruction,that’s where I am. even though the images I selected for today celebrate our life together, reminders of how lucky we were to share our 20 years together, keeps me inspired to keep moving forward. I need the visuals to keep us vivid. Images of us in Paris, celebrating my 65th birthday and a picture of us at Hilda’s that stops me, frozen in the love we shared. I take time to look at you and then me. How luck we were to share our lives. I’m inspired to continue in this life under reconstruction.
A life under reconstruction- a challenge without our partnership. Gaps I can’t fill yet, not without another partnership.
A life under reconstruction with blocks of silence and inactivity to fill.
A lie under reconstruction- a life of uncharted territory…
But in this second year without you, I’ve move out of deep mourning that demanded so much of my energy.
I am moving into lightness and planning for uncharted adventures what you would applaud.
I will always miss US! Just take a look at us. Who wouldn’t miss us?