In spite of what can only be called a self-improvement day for me, at one point I found myself sobbing. It was while I was taking laundry out of the dryer and folding it. Gwen always complimented me on how carefully and well I folded tee shirts. As I moved an exceptionally well folded stack of tee shirts into the laundry basket I looked up the stairs and realized, it felt like almost for the first time, that when I brought them upstairs Gwen would not be there to fuss over how well I had folded this week's batch of tee shirts. As I write about moments like that, I know it is important for me to face them and work them through if I am to continue being the strong person Gwen wants me to be. Easy to say; never easy to do.
That wasn't the only "self-improvement"m thing I did today. Bright and early, at 8:00 a. m., I met with Kyle for my singing lesson. With each lesson I become more aware of how the discipline and skills it takes to sing well can be used in other areas of my life--breathing properly, for example.
At noon I had my golf lesson. Today it went very well, and I was again reminded of how the discipline it takes to hit a golf ball efficiently carries over to other areas of my life; standing strong and tall comes to mind.
Right after golf it was time for my memoir-writing group. Today I wrote about Gwen's dad's funeral. Barney and I got off to a rocky start. I took his gruff, unequivocal NO! when I asked for Gwen's hand in marriage as a challenge to earn his respect and trust, and over time I was able to do just that. I grew to love him, and I miss him.
Lots of sweet reminders of you today, Dear. I particularly enjoyed remembering how we schemed against your dad to convince him that we were ready to accept the responsibilities of marriage. It was a great moment when he told you that he would hold the ladder when you eloped.
That wasn't the only "self-improvement"m thing I did today. Bright and early, at 8:00 a. m., I met with Kyle for my singing lesson. With each lesson I become more aware of how the discipline and skills it takes to sing well can be used in other areas of my life--breathing properly, for example.
At noon I had my golf lesson. Today it went very well, and I was again reminded of how the discipline it takes to hit a golf ball efficiently carries over to other areas of my life; standing strong and tall comes to mind.
Right after golf it was time for my memoir-writing group. Today I wrote about Gwen's dad's funeral. Barney and I got off to a rocky start. I took his gruff, unequivocal NO! when I asked for Gwen's hand in marriage as a challenge to earn his respect and trust, and over time I was able to do just that. I grew to love him, and I miss him.
Lots of sweet reminders of you today, Dear. I particularly enjoyed remembering how we schemed against your dad to convince him that we were ready to accept the responsibilities of marriage. It was a great moment when he told you that he would hold the ladder when you eloped.
