One last observation - PMS makes grief worse and that's really unfair. I'm just saying...
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sundays
Sundays are the hardest day of the week for me. It's the day on which Michael went home to Heaven and I am not past the point of counting each one. Yesterday marked six weeks. I was so heavy with my grief yesterday that I didn't get dressed until the afternoon. But once I did, I took Buffy for a walk and decided to attend church that evening. So, the day ended better than it began.
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ReplyDeleteDonna
I count them with you sadly...
ReplyDeleteLove to you my friend... and big far away hugs...
XOXO
:-(
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Oh, I'm so, so sorry...but now that I know I will make sure I pray more fervently on Sundays...I wish I could give you a hug...Love you, dear Joannah! ~Janine XO
ReplyDeleteI am sorry. And I am serious with the offer if you want to come visit. I can promise lots of syrupy kisses from Katie Mei, licks from Maisy and walks around the lake....as well as challenges to basketball games or wii contests. : ) Love you friend! Praying for you.
ReplyDeleteLots of Love, ((Hugs)) and Prayers coming your way Joannah.
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ReplyDeletePMS makes EVERYTHING worse, dang it! Praying for you, friend. We'll be doing a Malibu/ Disneyland run on the weekend of May 1... maybe there's a chance I can come see you!
ReplyDeleteThe counting of Sundays is heartbreaking. I'm glad you were able to get dressed and going at some point in the day.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, Joannah. And, yes, PMS makes everything worse, and it's definitely not fair! Sending hugs and prayers.
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