MISSING

Today as I start the big move, I truly miss my husband. He was so organized, he would have had everything packed, labelled and sorted by room weeks before the move. Me? Well, I still have loads of packing to do and have realized that the "widow's fog" tends to rear it's head at the most inconvenient times. Needless to say, I haven't booked a moving company yet as I can't for the life of me get it through my head what they need to move and what I can move by myself. My daughter and I had a good chat last night and so today some people in shining armour will arrive - my youngest Son, my daughter and my daughter-in-law. This morning the fog has lifted and my plan is to get everything I possibly can out today. Then, hopefully by late this afternoon I will know just what the movers will have to take. I have another issue in that I am not really familiar with the area I am moving to and have taken the steps to have my new appliances delivered as far as the town just down the way. From there, I am not certain how I will get them from there to my place. I am hoping that my real estate agent who has lived there all her life will have an idea of someone out there. So now my sewing room looks like this.

By the end of the day, it should be totally empty and some other rooms should be totally empty.

Enjoy the weekend all.

Jean

G'Day

In honor of becoming a young senior later this year, I decided no more of trying to put everything in one blog. So my other blog "Needle Works Galore" will stay as just that - all about stitching. As I am working my way through unfinished business (UFOs), those blog posts may be few and far between.  This blog I am hoping will journal my life as a new Senior and my continued walk as a widow.

Background; my husband of 34 years passed away a few days after routine surgery. The hospital involved admitted they goofed and though I was to get a copy of the autopsy and a report of their findings into wrong doing, I have never received it. My children would like to read it, but for me, I believe I am content to just know that this was the amount of days God had for him to live. That he was on this earth for only those days to do what God wanted him to do, and he had successfully finished his time here on earth and is now residing with many of his family members. He will be walking the menagerie of dogs we and others had and I am certain God has him working on our rooms in heaven. I am blessed to have been married to such a gentle, kind, caring man who loved life to the fullest - even if he did it in a conservative manner. Together we had three beautiful children who in turn had four lovely grandchildren. He loved teaching our children anything they would let him. The children all have fond memories of dad coaching them, teaching them to tie their shoe laces, of him falling asleep on the stairs while taking his boots off after a long day at work, of camping trips, of family gatherings and of just general hanging out with dad. Three of our grandchildren miss him deeply and we try to keep his memory alive for them. They often speak of silly granddad. The fourth little grandchild did not meet him here on earth, but in the Bible it speaks of God knowing us before we were in our mother's womb and I wonder if granddad got to meet little Patrick. He loved all of us deeply.

Jean