Morning T,
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?
Bonnie S.
Love the way you put this, Bonnie, a life under construction. And you’re right again, who wouldn’t miss and love you both together? Have a wonderful time with Tara and Scott!
Can I say ditto to Linda’s comment? I love the language of life under reconstruction, it fits perfectly. I look forward to reading of those uncharted adventures. 🙂
“A life under reconstruction” and “Who wouldn’t miss us?” These words brought tears, but not tears of grief and heaviness. Mine were tears of recognition…tears that come with the territory of loving deeply. I’m looking forward to reading about your uncharted adventures. I have a little hope that we will journey together on some of those paths.