My gastrointestinal problems have resurfaced with a vengeance. It had settled for a while; but apparently, I
have been eating too much, which my normal standards, is not enough. But my belly can’t handle too much of
anything. I’m also in a fair amount of
pain today. And I can’t believe its
Christmas the day after tomorrow. I miss
talking to Ted. It’s been nine months
since he passed and I still think about him a lot. We shared so much; our pain, our challenges,
our stories….sometimes with a heavy heart, sometimes laughing ourselves sick at
our situation. I’m glad his trial is
over. He hated this time of year.
What can I write that I haven’t already? The abyss starts to close in and panic
ensues. I need to find a way to stave it off.
How to walk away from it instead of around it. How to find peace where none exists. It’s a challenge. Mornings are the hardest, especially this
time of year. Our shortest, darkest day
just passed, but it will be a while before there is more light than dark during
the day. Living in this dark, wet,
dreary climate isn’t the best of choices, but I’m not going anywhere at this
stage.
Anyway…..Happy Holidays to you all…
Dearest Sherri,
ReplyDeleteIt is Christmas morning and I am the first one up. Old age is creeping in, as it was my arthritic knee that woke me, not Santa! I pray for you today, that you have a peaceful, comfortable and content day. I have been intending on sending you a long, newsy letter, but I haven't even been able to get out all of the Christmas cards that I intended on writing. Now that things will slow down, I will get on that! Much love to you today, Sherri!
Becky (and Ash)