Six Word Saturday! Describe your life in six words.

We had joy
- we had fun
- we had seasons in the sun,
Then it rained
and it poured
& our seasons were all done.

(writing prompt from the One Minute Writer)

Throwing in the Towel

It is fascinating how many people say to me, "you are so strong." Strong Whatever; is there another option? Many of us do what we have to do when there are no other options. Everyone's life will take a turn or detour that we may never have imagined nor expected, these things are out of our control. When this happens we only have certain options, and this is when someone peeking into our world can wonder, contemplate and query, what they would do. Much of the time their preferred option would be the non-existent option of not participating, or avoiding the real issue by giving us credit that we are strong. We are not strong there are just no other options. Throwing in the towel falls into this category, an illusion, HOWEVER I have thrown in the towel, especially in the past five years, every time IT IS an option...

(Writing prompt from the blog: The One Minute Writer @ http://oneminutewriter.blogspot.com/)

Thoughts from the Widow Lott

I have learned 5 things since Joe died:
1-Some people with pray for you while other will prey on you.
2-It's all fun and games until someone calls an attorney.
3-Loneliness is worse in the dark.
4-Washcloths work better than tissues, but handkerchiefs are socially acceptable.
5-In our society, the right to drink supersedes everyone's right to be safe on the road.

5 years

It has been five years since Joe died.
I sure miss him.

I miss his laugh, his strong arms, his bald head, and his soft hair. I miss his bear hugs, his sense of humor and his jokes. I miss waking up next to him and falling asleep in his arms. I miss his walking across the floor with muddy shoes. I miss him calling me 400 times a day, and I miss his kisses goodbye. But most of all I miss living with him because everything was possible and not so scary when he was around.

I left one white rose on his headstone to represent our pure and eternal love.
I took the other white rose home, for the same reason.

Death may separate us, but it does not end our marriage nor does it end our love for each other. Our relationship continues on and even though he doesn't walk through the door, or call on the phone I know he is still around walking with me through life and helping me when he can. I know that he misses me and his family as much as we all miss him.