It is Friday evening and the kids are in bed. I sit in the rocking chair and the TV is off. Ah.... the beauty of silence. I don't even know of anything major tomorrow. I had a really good chat with Emma tonight. Grandma set out about 4 bird feeders in the back yard. I have laughed at how ingenious squirrels are. They are tenacious.
So - this week had both sad and happy moments. I'm starting to clear some work off my plate and that has helped the stress level. Sometimes I just get hit with the reality that Jan is gone and I feel the pain all over again. There are simple triggers - an empty side of the bed. Her shoes and me remembering how I had to tie them when she was at the end of her pregnancy. I think I am making progress but sometimes little triggers are like getting slugged in the gut.
