I have not been writing in here like I use to, sorry guys , it's not you but me.
I find it hard some days to keep my happy side up to keep a train of thought for humor but It seems that it is not happening that way as of lately.
Most of my thoughts are of My Sweetheart , Darling Debbie, God I miss her!
Most days my mind is in a fog.
I'll try my best to keep up with all of your blogs.
Just remember they can't eat you here in Pennsylvania, cannibalism is against the law here!
And remember....
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
And as always, hanks for listening!
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I am so sorry for your loss...of Debbie and I find that the holidays and the first of the year are most difficult. Ask yourself, what would she want for me? She would want you to find contintment and happiness. You will, in a most unusual place. Anne
glad 2 c u dly on fb. at least i know your ok. even tho i know your missing deb.
seems many aren't posting like they used to, & i hear some who are left here, say they're thinking of stopping since they post on fb anyway.
huggies...
Damn and I was thinking of visiting Pa....
Jimmy
Do what feels best for you. I always check to see if you've posted and wonder how you're doing. Take care.
just post what you want to post, John, even if it isn't "funny" like you might normally do, but sometimes just posting and hearing from friends might help you feel better for a bit
I know you miss Debbie and I'm so sorry. I know you'll miss her for a very long time (like the rest of your life). I would imagine you will have seasons where you will enjoy joking and humor and seasons of sadness; share what you want here but know there are people who care about you and are praying for you
betty
All anyone can do is take one day at a time. Sending you hugs!
No Worries Johnnie,
No one is expecting you to be funny all of the time. You experienced a great loss, of course you are entitled to grieve, cry and heal.
Hugs!
Tabby
Yep, I know holidays are the most difficult. I try to be with family most of the time. but sometimes I am alone, and the lonliness is so bad I can hardly bear it. At those times, I try to count my blessings, and remember the ones I still have, like children, grandchildren, and friends. You have lots of friends in this on-line community, and I am one of them. Take care, John, and write when you feel like it.
Sweetie,
As a widow, I truly understand what you are going through. Going from widowhood to selfhood and being alone again is more than adjusting.
Nothing is forever,no one knows better than the widow/widower, because suddenly nothing is the same. Change comes with a jolt and a crash and like an earthquake, never quite settles back into its original place.
I found that keeping a personal journal helped me a lot. I wrote letters to my husband everyday. Then a year later....I read that journal and saw that I have grown and survived.
There will always be tears and fears and memories but life goes on and you have to try hard. The holidays are worse of course.
My husband died in 2001 and I still miss him dearly and some days it feels like it just happened yesterday and I cry.
I found that going to a Bereavement Group helped and these same people are now good friends and we get together once a week for dinner at a restaurant. We have all come a long way. Check with your local hospital, they all have some sort of bereavement groups that you can join.
I will keep you in my prayers. Debbie would want you to live your life and be happy.
Hugs, Rose
Hey, your friends are here for you, WHATEVER you feel like writing... we love you!
Totally understandable my dear friend. I've found sometimes you just have to pretend to feel better for a spell and wait for the real feelings to follow.
I know how you feel and I know your heart is still broken over the loss of your Debbie. It's hard to get back on track and I don't think anyone expects you to be "the funny guy" all the time.
hugs to you,
Lisa
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