My husband was brilliantly creative. The time changed Saturday night, and when I took the kitchen clock off the wall to turn the hands forward, guess what I found stuck to the back of the clock.
A sticky note from John with the Bible verse that says, "Hear O, Israel, the Lord thy God is one."
I had a good visit with John's parents in Daytona Saturday. Spring breakers and bike week had the traffic heavy in both directions. Mr. John looks like himself, a little pale, tired, but holding his own. His red, white, hemoglobin, platelets are all about half what they should be. Gloria fixed lunch for us. They found John's birth certificate and his sixth grade graduation certificate, but forgot to give them to me. Gloria said she'd mail it. I took them the obituary, the programs, thank you notes, a copy of the pages from the guestbook, and I let them look at the book of condolences from the Democrat I had made.
The soundman from the church called to let me know his computer lost all video files before he could make a copy of John's memorial service. He does have an audio of it. I didn't know what to say. What can you say? I'm going to pick up a copy of the audio Wednesday while I'm in town.
Two weeks and counting until work.
Still going to grief counseling.
Working in the yard a lot. good therapy