Do you ever forget?

Its been along time since I've been here. A few weeks actually. Still, long enough to know that something has been going on with me. Other than the sinusitis I have had for 2 weeks, I shouldn't have no excuses. But, look at me. Complaining about "sinusitis"! How dare I say that!

My sister lived years on and off with a crippling disease. Teresa hurt more than I could of ever imagined. But, she never really complained. Except to say that she was tired sometimes. And I have the nerves to get a cold or something and think its the end of the world! Man, do we have our priorities in life mixed up sometimes.

I been thinking about Teresa alot more lately. I already think about her everyday, even if its for a few minutes. But, now, the crying has returned. And its like reliving it all over again. I beat myself up day after day wondering "what if I done this" or "that".

They say that God won't put more on you than you can handle. But, do you ever forget? Its been over 16 years since my mom died too. (And don't get me started on missing her too!) But, I will never forget my mom. Never forget the struggle that neither Teresa nor her went through.

I just want to know do you ever forget? My answer is no. I think we're left here to deal with the choices we made on yesterday. And to correct those choices that we have here on earth today. And never repeat them tomorrow. So, that we may live forever with the our loved ones once again.

Will you share?

Back To Work

It's been a long drawn out winter. Nothing really to do but stay inside out of the cold. I believe this winter has by far been the coldest our town has seen since the ice storm of 1994.

I would suppose alot of this has been even harder for Teresa' husband, Micheal. Especially being at home all the time since his retirement. And now that she's gone, nothing really to.

That's what I feel weighed his decision to start back to work.The night shift at that. But, I would say that since I'm not in his shoes, I cant imagine exactly what he's been going through. Like having to sleep in the same bed they shared every night or looking at the only spot she sat on the couch. Little stuff like that means so much to him. I guess having the job will take his mind off alot of his troubles. I surely wouldn't know what to do if I lost my husband. Would you?

Will you share your story today?