05 March 2012

Deep breaths

I just spoke to a real estate agent.  She'll be here on Wednesday to look at the house... the first step.

(Good thing I'm taking Zoloft.)

1 comment:

  1. On the same page with you. I also just met with a realtor.
    Not easy making room in life for more.
    I think my tears at times could irrigate the grass.

    But I am beginning to think of my spouse as part of my past life, a good life, a wonderful life. I will remain ever thankful to have had such a life and know he will forever be in my heart.

    And sometimes I think I just cannot let it go.

    Because it is frightening at times to think of leaving this comfortable place where we shared a life, where I warm in the light coming in and memories of him.

    But to make new memories I think for myself a new place will help. Not necessarily buy a place, maybe move around. . . maybe experience the freedom leaving this home will bring, maybe experience the full sadness leaving this home will bring?

    Cancer and death. The experience was hard, cushioned with love.

    Nothing will ever be so hard again I think.

    Maybe this is what it meant by going through the fire?

    Hugs!

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