A turbulent few weeks. A testing time. A trying time. I have made progress in and out of these times. The freezer is rotated better. I have done more cooking, even when it was a struggle. My presentation is not on par with my late hubby's who had more patience, than me at times in those better day's. My patience is now founded, it took that time to do so. My once laid back, gentle giant of a man who I will be celebrating the life of ... on Shrove Tuesday, Ash Wednesday and of course the forthcoming Valentines Day when our baby was supposed to be due ... eventually coming into the world at the end of February ... all those years ago now ... who now has financially security next year, in her starting point of her post as a teacher ... just as she comes to the celebrations of her day ... We are already celebrating ... this juncture in her life ... her Dad would have been so very proud ...
And the clearing back of items in the home has started. The slow process of some semblance of order. The removal of belongings stuffed into the recesses of the home for me to go through, some of which I had no interest in the first instance, to continually thin out the home to not only live, but to move to a less impulsive life ...
Only today I came across a grubby set of utensils they kept ... when we had newer stuff taken ... grrr ... if only they realised .... so much that was not taken on aboard at the outset ... we would have appreciated the newer stuff. The older items had no air circulation, so we were left with a ruined mess in places ... besides the fact my husband was rotting alive ...
