Grief waxes and wanes. You can put it in your pocket for a while but eventually you stick your hand in and it bites you. Not hard this time…just a nip around the edges. I had lunch with a friend yesterday and we had a long heart to heart about things I’d never told her. It stirred up a lot of emotions. Then one thing and another pulled at my heartstrings all day. I finally sat down last evening and saw that my grandchildren were doing a fundraiser for the American Heart Association. I went online to donate and my son-in-law’s mother had donated in memory of Mr. Virgo. I love her. That was the tipping point. It’s ok. I’m good. I turned it around quickly by remembering the fun times we had together. I think this started with my trip to the Social Security office on Monday. This retirement thing was supposed to be a joint effort. sigh I guess I’ll just have to play twice as hard to make up for his half of the story that wasn’t finished.

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“You will surely forget your trouble, recalling it only as waters gone by. Life will be brighter than noonday, and darkness will become like morning.”

Job 11:16-17