my house one year ago

This was the beginning of my house one year ago.

May 1, 2021.

Archie, Daisy, Walt, and Ruthie are pictured.

I remember my utter joy to ride up and see that dirt plot inside the wooden markers 

for what would one day be my home.

A lot has happened since that day.

Yesterday Walt turned seven.

I still cannot share recent pictures.

I'm still waiting on help from my computer guy.

I will have a lot to share when the issues got repaired.

This morning I rode over to Bluffton, South Carolina, to pick up my vacumes.

That's a long story in itself that I won't get into.

I was scared to death and dreading the trip,

but I made it there and back home safely.

Some of the fears of losing Bubba have not gone away.

Driving is one of them.

The thing is,

I want to keep being independent,

 so I have to push myself to go out of my comfort zone.

Yesterday marked 2 years and 2 months since he left me.

Sometimes I still can't wrap my head around my loss.

Widowhood is not for the fainthearted.

There is still a deep longing in my soul for him to put the garage door up and walk into the house.

I want to be planning a trip with him.

I want him to make me his delicious crab stew.

I need his wisdom.

I want the comfort of knowing that he is nearby watching out for me.

I miss him so much.

 It still hurts.

💙