WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

 

What melted Rick's heart like butter in the sunshine, was his love for cats and kids. And I saw it  at his funerals all little friends of our son were there meanwhile middle aged adults, but they had never forgotten the way he played with them when they were small kids.

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It's already 7 weeks now that Rick passed away. After 13 days in a Wellness  Hotel in Djerba, I am back since the first of July. Although I lived alone in this apartment for about a year, I never felt alone, because he was still there and I could visit him. Now he is really gone and I still don't realize completely. 

I stay mostly at home and go only out for shopping. Sometimes I go with my two neighbors for a lunch. I only feel good here in my home and don't feel lonely either. I do the administration work which they ask and which are already done. This makes me crazy because I have to call and tell them to look in their files. Everything is in order and still I get papers. Then I call and they tell me to throw them away ! There excuse is that each case is different !

 I also sort out my photos and put my blog posts together as I want my blog printed. So the days go by and I wait that my energy comes back. 

The Covid starts again and in some places we have to wear masks again. It doesn't bother me, because I seldom go out. I don't know when I am ready to write again, I miss it really, but I have like a blockage. The fuel for my motor is gone with him. I am, as the whole world, in an energy crisis, only mine is private.  

Rosie feels like me !

   

I think I should follow this quote !