Let there be light

"I can do it myself." It's difficult for me to ask for help. If there is any way possible, I will do it myself. I know my limitations though, electrical problems for example. Sometimes, I have gotten into trouble. Like when I painted my entire great room and ended up with bursitis in my shoulder. And more recently, pulling two heavy bins out of the storage room. That was months ago and I'm still having shoulder issues. I've lived alone for fifteen years now and I've learned that if I want it done, I'll probably have to do it myself. And so, this morning I was on a ladder, replacing burnt out bulbs in my patio lights.

 

Worn

I realized yesterday that my bible is 70 years old. It was given to my sister on her eleventh birthday. After she passed away, mom gave it to me. It's full of memorabilia- wedding notices, funeral cards, birth announcements; all the milestones of life.

The zipper is coming loose, c'est la vie. 

Rose and Rose

This is a rose from one of Angie's funeral bouquets, lying on top of a watercolor rose that I painted earlier.

It takes concerted effort not to allow grief to envelop you, keeping you rooted in a place of sorrow and heartache. 
 

Dearest Angela

My beautiful, precious daughter-in-law passed away suddenly. We are devastated; our hearts are broken. She was loving, caring, thoughtful. She loved my son completely and was his best friend. Her son was her pride and joy. He's grown into a wonderful young man. 

The sun will rise again in a few minutes. And we will wonder how can that be, that the world goes on without our precious one. 

Now you see it

This blog may have outlived its public availability. I thought of leaving it as is and creating a new, private blog but more than likely I will make this one private. 

Thanks to those who have checked in over the years. Peace.  

Update: I've decided not to allow ONE person to have this much negative  impact on me.