I was weepy over the weekend. I hate when I get like that. I just get so overwhelmed by all the sadness that I can only see that. All the memories wander through my mind constantly. A song will jar one, or going to a place will bring one to mind. Lots of things trigger them. I didn’t realize how many there were, it’s like zillions of them. All meshed together to make one big one. I’m so thankful for all of them. They are me. They are my life. I can’t imagine not having them. How empty my thoughts would be. For 38 years he helped me make daily memories that would bring me comfort on so many lonely nights.
Jane is a Widow 