hey Its finally springtime here and I'm trying to be optimistic despite some converstaion with H - I pushed the issue and he started soewing - I regretted it was soon as I started - when will I learn Anyway - he called back and said he didnt mean for conversation to get so out of hand - he said somem pretty bad stuff - but I am stronger today - time to move forward again - time to act as if again
Most of all - time to start a journal - some of you had enncouraged this and I've decided to go ahead with it I had only been writing in it when I was very very down - I need to write all the time - so I can track what is working and what isnt
I cant believe its been 9 months since the bomb he is still here and I am still standing
more later...
I'll leave you with this He gave me hope when hope was gone - he gave me strength to carry on
a prize to those who knows what Broadway musical that line is from - the singer is talking about God - but I think it applies to all of you too !
me - 47 H - 50 /49 when bomb happened Daughter 17 years old married 21 years together 26 years Bomb August 06 H still at home 'I love you but not in love with you'