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'