In February, life took a turn for the worse. My sweet boy was taken away from me and I am bereft of his presence, for how many more days is anyone's guess. I still wake up to each day to face what it will bring and manage to find something positive. I post photos and silly things on Facebook in a vain attempt to console myself. I miss his voice, his funny jokes and stories. I miss our morning routine of getting ready for school and the afternoon pickup. "How was your day?"
All my negative energy that was generated by his initial absence, got channeled into a home improvement frenzy. Thanks to Dr. Cooper for giving me such a gift. I guess 4 1/2 yrs of therapy has paid off!
I've painted nearly every surface in the front of my house-emphasis on MY-to suit me. Moved furniture to my liking. Built raised garden beds around the deck I built last fall. Got a tiny farm with yummy lettuce for sandwiches.
Still, I find myself at loose ends. I did start walking again, to get myself back into the great physical shape I once had, plus the mental outlet walking provides. There's nothing better for the soul than a fast paced stroll in the sun (or clouds) to turn around a somber mood.
There are better days ahead. That Pollyanna down inside me promises this will work out. I go back to court on May 13. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for me.
