Saturday, November 5, 2016
Bess and I moved from indoors to outside; porch, deck in the sunshine, deck in the shade. This photo from the front porch doesn't show what I'd hoped, the reflection of sunlight on rain-washed leaves shining like bits of hammered metal, but it's pretty and green, just the same.
Eleven years. How can it possibly be that Steve died eleven years ago? At the time, I wasn't sure I could make it through the next day, let alone a year. I had to break it down to manageable sections, get through the next minute and let the minutes add up behind me. Thanks to my Kids, extended family, friends, and the animals in my care, I've now got eleven years to reflect on, as well as the eighteen years (nineteen altogether) I had with Steve.
It is my feeling that not every day is good, but there is something good in every day. It was a good day.