Leaving on a jet plane.

 Now it is just me.

This morning, I realized that it is the second month, 3/3, of Sweetie's passing. Last night, while listening on the old radio, a different   version of the song "Leaving on a jet plane." came on. Bring sung by woman, don't know who, and as I was singing along with her, that swelling of Sweetie's passing began to build, and it was as if she was telling me good bye all over again. Even now, as I recall the event, I have tears in my eyes. I know it is OK for  the pain to remind me of what I've lost. Tears are good.

Left Pensacola on Sunday and drove to Houston for a visit on the way home. A sweet couple and were very happy to open their home up to me. They have a beautiful home, almost out of a furniture show room. 

 

 

Interesting note, they married right out of high school, divorced, remarried, had children, and when both spouses passed, remarried.  They have their original wedding bands, both were saved by a relative. 

It was especially special to hear what they went through, grieving their spouses. They encouraged me to take my time, not to rush into anything. 

Monday and Tuesday

Not much to say, just mainly a lot of driving. Just heading down the Road of New Life, Keeping my Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.