Woke at 4:30, up about 6:30. Coffee made, sipping while sitting in my recliner. Ack. It's 20°, my flock will be thirsty, need to get dressed. As I head for the bedroom I had this fleeting thought about being quiet so I don't wake Ron.
That did it.
People tell me that they're amazed that I am doing so well. When I am consciously thinking about Ron I am fine. It's those subconscious thoughts that get me.
my husband's thirty something year old cousin just unexpectedly lost her husband Saturday too. He went down for a nap and when she came to check on him he was gone in his sleep, no reason why. I've come to the conclusion there is nothing helpful I can say, but we are all here to listen if you need it.