June 1st would have been my 33rd wedding anniversary and June 6 was the 5 year anniversary of his death. 5 years. It doesn’t seem possible. It’s a blink and a lifetime. In 5 years I have found new employment, made new friendships and rediscovered old friends. I have had to take on a bigger role in family members’ care – took a crash course or two to that end. Have proudly watched both of my daughters buy their first homes – completely on their own. We recently visited my nephew in London where he is following his dreams and making his mama proud.
I am slowly building a life of my own and no longer feeling guilt for enjoying it. I’m getting closer to making a decision about my home. I trust that when the time is right the decision will make itself.
Last year I had to say goodbye to the world’s worse dog and I miss him terribly. He lived almost three years to the day from the time I wrote about his cancer. Comet And it was a good three years.
Speaking of cancer and anniversaries, I am still cancer free and only have to see the oncologist once a year. Still on medication for another ?8 years and probably longer since they keep moving the goal posts. My diagnosis was 6 years ago and end of (the tough) treatment 5 years. There’s that number again. I’d play the lottery but I used up all my luck in high school.
Whenever I’m absent from the blog for any length of time I feel guilty for not keeping up with all of the wonderful bloggers I follow. I’m going to sign off for now and do some catching up. I hope I find you all well .