Through these Eyes
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. This is what my husband told me on our wedding day. That wonderful, beautiful day was the first day of the rest of my life too. God, how I miss him. I never expected life to be like this. I never expected to live this long...this way. Today I am seventy-six years old. This journal was a gift from my beloved Christopher on my 75th birthday last year. He joked and said I could tell this book all of my secrets now because his hearing was so poor. This is my first birthday as a widow, and this is my first birthday alone. My husband passed away last month at the age of seventy-nine. I have no family anymore. He was my family. I remember as a child, I would celebrate my birthdays with my parents and brother. At my sixth birthday party, shortly before Daddy died, I remember the dollhouse that he made for me. It was so beautiful. He used to call me his "little princess" and said the dollhouse was my castle. That is my fondest memory of my father. After Daddy passed on, I remember how upset my mother was, her eyes so sad...so dull. They simply stopped shining. I could
Kathryn was seventy-six years old, same as me. I still see his face, hear his voice, and smell his breath. 'Tis the season to be with family'. I will be working with another lady named Jane, who is very nice and also a widow. I felt the opening of Pandora's box, and many of my old feelings from Christopher's death began to resurface. Like most people, I look in the mirror everyday, but I had never really looked at the object in the mirror. My job is very interesting and there is so much to do, as the books are very disorganized. I am a creature of habit though; that's all. I have not given her an answer yet on whether or not I will attend. " And then her husband came out and they left. June 17Dear Diary,The arthritis in my knee is acting up today.
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