Jeremy and I had Thanksgiving dinner at Willie & Jose's at Sam's Town. We enjoyed reminiscing and toasted Vern with our margaritas. This was a good decision; it was a good day. The following 3 days, however, weren't so good. I worked myself into a quite a 'funk' and never left the house. It was hard hearing all of the wonderful stories of families and traditions and joy. I didn't feel very thankful, and I felt so alone. It's just Jer and I now; no other family here and few friends. I miss my guy.
I finally started working on the thank-you notes. I know I should have dealt with this earlier, but I just could not get started. Mailed off half of them yesterday and will get the rest sent off by the end of this week. Maybe that will help me get started on all of the other things that need to be done around here. The list just keeps growing.
I suspect part of my 'funk' this weekend was caused by the news that my dear UK friend lost her husband last Tuesday. %#@! MM has claimed yet another warrior. And yesterday I learned another friend's wife began hospice care after battling myeloma for over 3 years. MM is winning far too many battles lately and it saddens me. My heart hurts for Susie as she says goodbye to her beloved Hamada, and for Craig as he holds Jean close in the days to come. I know too well how difficult the next leg of their journeys will be.
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You are brave and I am glad you are blogging. Writing always has helped me. Bill couldn't have treatment last Thursday or today as he was so nauseated. he did eat supper though, something light and has been in bed all day. But we treasure each day as you well know. My heart is with you. Hugs and luv, Kerrie
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