Today is March 3, 2026. I'm a little late in making any comments on this blog and I really don't have a good excuse.
It's been 3 years since Kathy passed. Whoever coined the phrase, "Time heals all wounds" Is demented.
I still miss my wife, her company, her face and her love. I say goodnight to her every night. I can tell anyone who reads this that it DOES NOT get any easier when your spouse dies especially for seniors. I'm 73 years old. I miss my dog, MuMu who also got the cancer and we had to put her down just months before Kathy was diagnosed with Leukemia.
I know her grand kids and her son miss her a lot as well. The kids have gotten older so they have other things to do with their free time. Nellie is 16, driving a car, working at night a What-a-Burger. Ebin is 15, taller than me and is getting his permit to learn to drive in a few months and Declan is growing like a weed. I think he's 13?
Well, I'm still alive anyway! Now I need to go and do laundry today. Sigh.
