… on getting back my strength. I’ve been walking and swimming – well, walking in the pool – not swimming. Never managed to learn strokes. Hey, after almost drowning when I was a kid, getting in a pool is real feat for me.
then, my hernia gave me problems. I had to take a three-day rest in bed for all the symptoms to go away. Now, I am starting all over again. Today, I went to an Art Journaling class to learn some more techniques. It was so much fun. Had some coffee to power my session – worked like a charm until the letdown around 10:30 a.m. But I kept at it. Had a great session and saw some friend who showered me with compliments! Wahoo – just what the psyche needed.
My late son, Joe, would have been 51 on Monday, April 9th. It seems insane that he’s been gone for so long – 30 years this December. I keep wondering what could have been. I could have been a grandma maybe. all the things he never got to do haunt me daily. But that is something I cannot change, so I live with it – I incorporate his death in my life. I see a baby, I see Joe when he was little. I always give them a little smile remembering what fun he was at that age – always curious – always looking behind the scenes – always “seeing” what other people don’t – a flower glistening with dew, a person that needed help, etc. Sigh. At least I have my memories.\
I am also dusted off my camera and took some photos. Enjoy.