Fun weekend with my boys. Baseball all day Saturday, with W sunbathing nearby. It was truly like old times except for when the playing was over. I see so much of the true W right now that it really hurts. Several times I expect her to just grab me or blurt out that she's moving back in. It's very encouraging to feel that way but then hurts at the same time.
Sunday was church. W went with us. She really listened to the sermon, tithed, and even commented to the pastor about how much she enjoyed the service. We found ourselves whispering to each other at several times during the service and laughing (children's msg). Afterwards, the boys and I went and played football, soccer and softball with a group of other people. It was a lot of fun but I'm paying for it today.
I find myself being able to escape while playing, but going back into the dumps when it's over. I still experience so much hurt when I'm alone.
Watched the "Survive and Advance" 30 for 30 on ESPN last night. I got so much encouragement from it. All the discussions about believing in miracles, keep fighting, never loose hope and never giving up. It spoke to me.
"Don't give up! Don't ever give up!" - Jim Valvano
M - 42 W- 37 S's - 9,6 M-12 T-14 FIL- diagnosed with fatal disease spring 2011 ILYBNILWY - march '12 FIL - died jan '13 W Moved out week later
