A life well lived.

A life well lived.

Day 28 since Sweetie went to be with her Lord. Yet, it seems like she is still here. Those last days, when she was in the living room, seems to have made a impression on me. I still see her out of the edge of my sight. As if she is coming into the room, and wanting to sit with me. Then I turn and she is gone. A haunting memory of the one that I loved so deeply. I pray that I keep that vision until I see her again. 

Wednesday

This is going to very short. This was the first day in a very long time that I did not have to do anything. Nothing, and so I did just that, nothing. 

The house is a mess, there are bird feathers and stuff that need to be vacuumed, and when I came home last night, I just dumped my stuff and it is where I left it. 

Grandson made a apple something, and that is what I had for breakfast. Going to eat that which is left in the refrigerator first. The milk is way passed over its date, so that is going in the sink. 

About the only things that I did was call Social Security to find out about survivor benefits, and I'm glad I did that. They owe me her last months check. Applied for the huge dollar payout, and have an appointment to apply for that last benefit. 

Started in watching "Lord of the Rings", a 3 hour extended version. Went to a meeting, talked to my youngest when she called, Watched some TV, had a salad for dinner, and to bed I went. 

There is a fork in the Road Home, and Driver is pondering which way to go. For me, I hope He takes the one where I can still see the lights from Dementia Town once in awhile. Just now and then, because I know that is where she is, and I will need those lights to guide me back to her, when the time is right. In the mean time, It is me and Driver, on the Road to  Life, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.