Don't want to loose her.

Need to tee it up.

Two lives became one, and now there is only a half left. We were so inseparable for those last years of her life that I can't do anything that doesn't remind me of her. 

From the simple of meals, to doing the laundry, playing golf, shopping, doing a walk about, everything I do today, I did with her. 

When I was a boy, I tripped and fell into the milk bottles on our front porch. I have a scar on my left wrist from the accident. When the doctor took the cast off my arm, the scar was almost as big as my wrist. Now years later, I have to think about it, and look just to remind myself on how lucky I am to be able to use my left hand. 

This is the way I am with Sweetie these days. With me talking about her so much, I don't want to loose her. I don't want to move ahead, yet by the nature of life, I will, and with that, I skip back a groove or two on the record of life, to play my sorrow again and again. 

Sunday

There just wasn't anything new for the day. The one thing I wanted to do was finish watching the new program, Lincoln Lawyer on Netflix. So, I did. 

Sunday was also pasta day for me, and so it was, and I enjoyed my pasta. 

Keep telling myself, get up, do something, take Tweety and get her a bath, mow the lawns, do something, then the spirit says tomorrow, for there is always tomorrow. 

Driver is here, and then I get out, and head to the house. My security blanket, the house where all my memories live. Where I greet her when I come in, and at the end of the day, sleep with her. I find my comfort there, as I hold on tight, driving down the Road to New Life, Keeping Sweetie close, and my Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.