Cannot ease the pain of a broken heart.

Hermit's Creek, GC. 

I think I'll be sharing pictures from my many hikes into the Grand Canyon for awhile. You see, in a couple of days our wedding anniversary will be upon us. Which will be another first for me, my first without her. I'm sure that that day will be a day of sorrow. We would of been married for 35 years. 

Life, and in all its wonderfulness cannot ease the pain of a broken heart. Time is the great healer, and right now, that is something that I have in liberal amounts. 

This I do know, that I can use it anyway I want. As of now, it seems that I'm, like a spinning top, slowing down, letting the emotions that I've been running ahead of catch up to me and I need to allow them to cover me, swallow me up, and let the tears flow. 

Friday

Home and awake in my own bed. My first morning home, alone, and wondering how my day will go. For the first time in two weeks, I'll be starting my day like I've started so many times before. Coffee on, computer on, read headlines, nothing new there. Check to see how the Angel's are doing (in first place, for how long? They do start fast, but fade just as fast. We'll watch and see. Maybe this is the year?), Put on background music, and start in doing my meditation and prayer time. 

Meditation done, do my post, and make phone calls. To the VA, they say they will return my call later in the day (they didn't, had to call back in the afternoon.). Got a call from the tow truck company and wanted to pay me directly for the damage on Tweety, that works for me. So far day is good. 

I was watching a channel on YouTube, and it was on how to change a person's mind. A: you can't, and B: only they can, if they want to. Even for something as simple as "Is there a Santa Claus?" whatever the belief is, it is always tied to their core values, not whether it is right or wrong, left or right, up or down, it is a part of who they are, and unless they are willing to change, there isn't any thing that can be said, shown, or any pressure brought to bear, change them. 

I spent the rest of the day, doing laundry, and playing solitaire and listening to Bob Seger. I'm finding that as I listen to old Rock & Roll, I'm finding more and more of his music speaking to me, opening doors that have been shut for the past two months and as I listen I begin to feel the loneliness begin to build up and the tears burst forward. Hot tears, flowing tears, down my cheeks, into my hands as I wipe them from my face. 

I'm getting tired of sitting on my ass all day, and hope to get busy doing that which needs to be done. The yards have been ignored far too long, and working in the sun just might be what Driver has planned for me. As we travel down the Road to New Life, C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.