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Jocelyn, thanks for sharing that, it's beautiful
"A hopeful heart is as resilient as the tall tree that bends gracefully in the might wind but never breaks."
Juls your post brought me to tears and my heart goes out to you, I can't begin to imagine packing up my home and moving on, there are to many memories here, I have lots of photo's on my walls they wouldn't mean the same in another house, like you I just want my lovely husband and old life back, sending you big hugs.
Juls, I've been going back and forth about moving. I have a rental I own I can move into. But I really love this place. But, it's a lot of work. Plus, 23 years of s^@t. A month after Ted died, his sister suggested I give his closths to a guy she knew that was in need. His boys probably fit into them. Being in my fog I did it.. But probably not my best move. I don't I regret it. I just grabbed stuff and bagged it.
Today I split wood (with a log splitter) and stacked it. Tired. Should sleep well.
Hey Juls - thanks for sharing with us - it makes my heart break just thinking of your move, and mine one day.
So sorry for what you are feeling, wishing you strength each day. Seems there is so much conflicted emotions in this journey. Wanting to run, wanting to stay, most of all wanting to be what it use to be.
I traveled a lot for work, so even though I don't like pumping my own gas, I have done that for years. My husband wasn't able to walk almost a year ago, so we started having to do chores then. I still hate doing garbage!! YUCK.
Hey 50s gals. We had to take my husband's wheelchair down on Sunday because it was breaking the front door. We already had to remove a ramp that was built for my dad who had ALS and died from it 11 years ago. This new ramp we had built was custom made, board by board. There were supports under it and side rails on it. My son started taking it apart at the top and my daughter took it apart at the bottom. Our wheelbarrow is broken, so I carried each piece to curb, one plan at a time. I felt like I was carrying pieces of my husband each time. i don't think the kids realized how much it upset me, and that's probably a good thing...Warm thoughts to us all. Jocelyn~
Oh Juls, I feel for you. The day I turn the keys over to my house will be an extremely sad day. We rebuilt our home after it burned to the ground in one of the large firestorms in CA so every little piece of this house says my husband to me.
I'm so very tired of people asking me when I am going to sell and move out of this house that is too big for one person. Number one, I don't know why they care so much and number two, they just don't seem to understand that I will lose a huge piece of my husband if I ever sell. Shoot, I still have all his clothes hanging in the closet and his toothbrush in the holder 16 months later. If I sell I'll be forced to make a decision about all his personal items...and I'm just not ready to do that yet.
Good luck with your packing and know you can take breaks and visit here:)
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