It's difficult to explain how each day since the death of my husband goes. Some days are ok, some on occasion are good.
There are days that I don’t even know what day of the week it is. Each day is different. The good days are full of work such as making my bed, drinking coffee, and even remembering to eat. Getting myself to the gym and walking on the treadmill for 30 minutes, treating myself to a lunch is great. Walking in a store and looking through the isles helps me get out of the house. Doing everyday chores, like washing the dishes/clothes, paying bills, and making appointments for the doctor or bank. My family or friends call to see how I am doing, even some of my grandkids call “Hi grandma how are you, just wanted to call and see how you're doing?” Being happy with what the day brings.
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