My new life.
I haven't quite gotten the hang of it yet and find myself stopping in the middle of something and getting lost in memories, thoughts, tears. I go through bouts of black despair and then someone calls and tells me they will be coming to visit and bringing a small little smiling sweetie baby with them and my heart is a tiny bit lighter.
But even then, there is that wish at the back of my mind, If only he was here to see this too.
Every day I drive past this church. It is nice to know that something this beautiful was kept and cared for and is still used.
Everywhere you look, there they are.
Lately I have been wishing I was here. The old neighbors send sweet notes and make me cry.
"Making me cry" is easy these days . But I do miss Buenos Aires. We were so happy there.
A neighbor. I like the Highland Cattle and their babies better.
My old neighbors. I miss them. I miss that life. We were so happy.
The last of the work that we started, is being done today in our house.
I will have lights where there were none and the new locks are in and the new doors and windows and I have no money but the place is secure and looks much better.
It is just lacking one thing.