My Life as a Widow with Parkinsons
This is a blog entry that I've been trying to write for more than a year now. I usually get about this far, and then I run out of Kleenex. But I think I need to finish it and get it posted.
Friends keep asking how I am doing, selling my house, downsizing to fit into a bachelor suite, and living on my own - I have to tell you - I am not coping well. I am having little pity parties for myself, and creating biohazard waste zones with my soggy Kleenexes.
For 30 years, Derek was literally my guide, because I am geographically challenged, and no matter how many times I have been somewhere, I can't give directions or get there by myself. There are no maps in my head. Derek had maps in his brain. Lots. He never got lost.
(Originally written in October of 2018, with frequent attempt to polish and post, finally posting raw and unedited only two and a half years later. Hey, maybe I will actually finish editing and publish that autobiography I started writing around 2002 or 2003. It could happen.)
Keep plugging away. It'll happen.
ReplyDeleteI have always admired you, Karen. Your body might not be cooperating, but your heart, even while grieving, is strong, your faith is sure and your wit makes us all smile. God's peace be with you. One day at a time....
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