Journal entry by Al Negstad — a minute ago
It's the annual father-daughter hunting trip. Keen in our memory, is that last year Joanne came with us. She was still recovering from radiation treatment and never actually went hunting since a time or two before we were married. Once married she said "Now I don't have to do that any more." 😊 Last year's dinner with the extended family brought her joy...a big group at the Nunda Bar & Grill.
This year it's just the two of us and we check in at the cemetery where Joanne lies buried. What a difference a year makes. A year ago, shortly after she was declared cancer free we were optimistic that, with a bit more time for recovery from radiation, she would maintain her place with us for a long time. We even talked about what we'd do next year.
Next year is here and where are we? living in the land of grief. The presence of absence is our companion as we learn to live without "Mom"...Joanne.
Blessings,
Al
This year it's just the two of us and we check in at the cemetery where Joanne lies buried. What a difference a year makes. A year ago, shortly after she was declared cancer free we were optimistic that, with a bit more time for recovery from radiation, she would maintain her place with us for a long time. We even talked about what we'd do next year.
Next year is here and where are we? living in the land of grief. The presence of absence is our companion as we learn to live without "Mom"...Joanne.
Blessings,
Al
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