Two widows

Easter gone by.

First are unique in their nature. Here we are, Sweetie and me, at church on Easter Sunday. She is her beautiful self, and I'm just trying to do my part to make her look as beautiful, to have a contrast, you know, Beauty and the Beast.

Easter Sunday

I got my suit out to wear for church, and I was greeted with "You sure clean up well." I had to admit, it was nice to hear. Then again, I was missing the one accessory that would of made the look perfect. 

After service, they had a breakfast pot luck, so I got my breakfast. I do enjoy the fellowship of this small church, so glad my Driver brought us here so many years ago. 

After church, it was time to head over to son's house for Easter dinner. It was a full house affair. DIL is an excellent cook, and we had brisket for the main course, along with potato au gratin, salad, and biscuits. 

Later, it was a shared birthday party, oldest grandson, and his grandpa, who was the father of my DIL, and which was our dessert. Carrot cake and/or cheese cake. I had both. 

As the afternoon wore down, and soon it was the two grandpa's, we had a chance to talk about being a widow. I was thinking that with him and me, we made something different. 

He lost his wife over 30 years ago, and they were married over 30 years when she passed. It looks like I'm in the right place this day. We, two widow, can talk about something that others don't understand, the lost of the love of my life, and his love loss. It was good for me. 

This is my first of many other first awaiting. I'll be relieved when there are no more first. Not to spend too much time on this day, then again, here I am.

When Driver dropped me off for the night, He reminded me that each day is special, and we will be off again in the morning. Looking for adventure along the way, down the Road to Life again, singing songs, and Keeping My Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur