Saturday, September 13, 2014

This Old House

I knew I wouldn't die in my grief when Steven passed away, but, I never thought I could be truly happy either. I'm enjoying a life I didn't think was possible. Most widows I know would rather be busy and not home alone. I look forward to coming here. Maybe because I work all day and this is where I relax.

Despite the upkeep and expense of this house, it is mine. It holds my blood, sweat and many tears. But it also echos of the laughter of many happy memories.  I love my home. I find comfort in every room. I look out at oak trees and a beautiful yard and realize I have lived here longer than any other home.

And I realize surprisingly, that I am happy.

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