Today, when friends invited in for coffee, oood and ahd over the Christmas decorations it warmed the cockles of my heart. (I think I know what that means but need to check Funk and Wagnalls, to be certain.) I didn't do the decorating and Joanne and I had a deal about decor and design of the condo before we occupied it. If she would make all the decisions I'd fulfill the role of saying, "Atta girl", "good choice", "I love it", etc. That's what we did and it worked beautifully.
Each day the mail brings cards and letters from family and friends. These, too, warm my heart as I read of people and events, remembering with love and gratitude their connection, both to Joanne, and to me. It was our custom to read them together so we could comment on what was said and the pictures provided. Naturally, it is now joy mixed with poignant presence of absence. In our Golden Valley house Joanne always put the pictures on the glass door from kitchen to deck. Here in the condo she put them on the kitchen side of the entrance door, a practice I continue. Each time I exit the condo I pause to peruse the pictures, and as I do, fill with gratitude for these relationships...relationships which sustained me in the darkest days of life in the land of grief and continue to buoy me. Yes, I'm blessed!
Takk for alt.
Al
PS As I think about what I just wrote above, it strikes me that now the cards, letters and greetings mean even more, living as I am in the land of grief.
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