In my town (next to where I live now) there are many people who know me and I have always known them.
One man lost his wife 30 years ago in an accident.We met him on Monday after a doctors visit.
His convesation...how are you two...I remember being at school with your Mother.She could run better than anyone ..she was quiet.Good at art.
Then..I was in personnel when you started work(to my husband) you were tall and blonde.
Jim this man sees me at church...tells me how he misses his wife..having that special someone who listens..and is in his home.
My gratitude journal...
Thank you for my husband and companion....and for the quiet time we share.How we fit together..
Thank you for the people who lift me up by remembering my people and accept me..
My children ...My friends.My home.
All the small things together that make my life happy
Mountain ash