This reminds me of a news story in my neck of the woods in the last couple years about a guy who went trick-or-treating for the first time in his early 30s. He actually had lots of fun while going from house to house. I personally don't think there should be an age limit on trick-or-treating, myself. Social norms are bizarre things to try to change, though.
Thanks everyone. My wife appreciates all the cares and comments. Maybe I'll be able to convince her to come hang here with us rather than on Facebook with her mom.
I hear you. Went through my own anniversaries of those lost last month and it knocked me out for two weeks straight before I could get my head around writing again.
Don't let guilt be one of the emotions. We feel what we feel. We remember, usually not when we'd like to, and often times, at the worst possible time.
I filled my time with memories- as many good ones as I could pack into my quiet time. I focused on watching the birds at the feeder outside my office window. Did the bare minimum at work. Tried to enjoy time with friends.
Eventually, it passed.
I've found that sometimes talking to them helps, even though they can't hear. Do the things that give you joy and peace, and most of all, forgive yourself for whatever wasn't done, wasn't said, or conversely, was. Let lavender winds ease your pain and remember, we're all here if you need us.
The lady with the cat was either a scammer or a complete ditz. She kept ping-ponging around with her answers and would take over 24 hours to get back to me about a simple question. One day she was coming to town next Friday for their vet visit the next day by noon she'd been in town and was back home from an early vet visit she didn't think to offer to meet up while she was here. I thought okay so she is firm on the earliest on when they would go to their new homes. Then she texts me at 10 pm to arrange to drop her off today with payment. I told her I no longer had the money because I made it clear I couldn't track that far out of town for a cat. I suspect she would have asked for PayPal payment and that would have been the last I heard from her.
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