Well, we say goodbye to 2010 and say hello to a new way of life. Jack is retired. It's Friday night. I think. Since leaving the career environment it's been difficult to remember what day it is. When I see empty trash cans in the drive way I know that it's Wednesday. Our son takes the trash out on Tuesday night. When Jack was home, all day, I knew it was Saturday and or Sunday. Now that he's home all day, every day, there are some days I cannot remember, really, what day it is.
Moving on. This year's Christmas holidays were nice. Our sons are wonderful sons who took their time and selected gifts for us that made so very much sense for our upcoming life style. And so very thoughtful. Uncommon spices, olive oils, games, wireless noise canceling headphones and hand engraved walking sticks. Our time together was priceless. Brenda losing Mike has made me feel so much more blessed and thankful for my sons. Mike's death was so very unexpected and he died instantly. I'm just thankful every single day that I have my sons.
It's hard to be totally happy when someone you love so much is hurting beyond words. Their pain, their heartache seems to always be at the forefront of your thoughts. I pray that one day she will forget the pain for a minute or two. A minute of peace to her would be a gift during these days. I miss Mike. I miss Brenda.
Terry seems to be doing okay. I tell you she is the most beautiful bald headed beauty I've ever known. And she is. Her chemo has been hell with a capital H. Of all her treatments thus far only two have gone without a wrench being thrown in to the mix. One time the nurses' used a needle too small and consequently the chemo went in to her chest cavity her chest ballooned to the size of a cantaloupe. But regardless of the horrible experiences she has with her chemo each Tuesday, she tries to keep smiling. Even though each and every time she goes for treatment she encounters a time warp only available at Ball Memorial. She can be scheduled for treatment at 8:00 am. Most times she doesn't even start treatment until noon or after. It's an all day torture Tuesday.
So, leaving them behind and not seeing them once or twice a month frightens me beyond words. Bill is very ill too and he's constantly on my mind. I'm having to put it all in God's hands though and trust that He'll watch over my loved ones.
A journal written about life, retirement and our journey throughout the United States in a 5th wheel, along with our two Shih Tzus, Tanner and Syndey. Written not for notoriety but for our sons, family and friends, so they know where we are at any given time. And particularly for ourselves. Finally, we get to slow down and smell the roses and we don't want to forget any of it. You are welcome to join us as we go 'Down the Road a Piece'.
