About Real Life

My husband moved on from this life to whatever is next, on March 10.  The last few weeks were as bad as you can imagine.  He’s free of it, now.

Along with the rest of my family, we emerged from the nightmare of the past two years, into a world spiraling into a pandemic.  We are dazed, still figuring out how to go forward, yet still trapped in the hell his illness has caused, for reasons I can’t legally explain now, and maybe ever.

We will get through this.  Nights are particularly bad.  I will continue to write, as the things I had in progress are slowly beginning to urge me to continue.  It takes time.  Right now, it’s more of a curse than a blessing because I can’t even get out of the house to break up the sadness.

Please be safe, take precautions, wash you hands, say “I love you” more often.