Hanging In and Hanging Out

I am back.  A lot of water over the dam.  The motor home is gone and Wade passed February 8, 2018. Just over 6 months ago.

I would like to say he went peacefully in his sleep. In fact he died a horrible death from complications of esophageal cancer, the treatment of and subsequent surgery for.  I will not dwell on it.

Needless to say, my life has taken a turn.  I have gotten through all the tape that follows the death of a spouse.  My lifestyle has not changed a whole lot, but it will never be the same.  I am now one.  No longer a couple.

I have begun to have cabin fever. I am ready to do things.  But I have found I can plan, but I am having trouble actually following through.  I do not want to go alone.  I miss my best friend.

Last weekend I ask my granddaughter to go with me to the beach. We enjoyed each other’s company. I think she needs someone to do things with, we made it work.