One year after Art died, I sold our bed. My mattress has been on the floor ever since. I tried to find something else but my heart was never in it..until a few days ago.
This is my new bed.
Another step into my widow-life. Almost four years after Art died, I am surprised to find places where I have not fully stepped into my “Art-less” life. These moments are both alarming (the pain is still there) and soothing (the pain is not as common an occurrence as it once was!). It’s a hello and a good-bye.
My new neighbor helped me put it together. And again, almost four years later I am surprised to find that I still need help and delighted..it reminds me that to need and accept help is a wonderful human characteristic.
This month’s theme: Cute Apron! How to Help Around the House
© 2013 Kim Hamer