The goal of posting a word or two every month went by the wayside last month. This time thing is really difficult to understand. Seems like every happening is like yesterday, then again it's like a long, long time ago. I visited Plantersville Cemetery Friday, a chilly day, wind blowing, first big chill of the fall, and I have to admit, it was a sad visit. No way to sugarcoat it, even with praying for faith to stand his loss as best I can. . . The brilliant golden and orange fall arrangements on many of the monuments were somehow comforting. I had blue hydrangeas for George Morris.
A dear note of comfort came from Sandra Monts, and how I appreciate all her words, most particularly her remembering his wonderful kind traits and her acknowledgement of: "I know George is missed tremendously by so many in so many areas." Means so very much, thank you, thank you. Someone has suggested the second year of the loss is worse than the first, and that person may have a point. The finality of it all really hits. I'm trying to spend a little time (too little time) on George's stories every night. We had already talked about self-publishing for our family files, and I must carry that effort through. It is such an awesome thought to edit, to copy, typeset, handle his work.
I have to smile as I think a selfish thought. Yes, I miss George so very much, beyond words--and I miss his paying the bills big time. About the time I get a batch done, it starts all over. Talk about time passing fast; when it comes to some chores, like crossing the palms of creditors, the days roll around pretty fast.
