I have been working in the backyard and visiting over the fence with my neighbor V. We both love to garden. In addition to the backyards, she and I have a really nice front container garden that we collaborate on every year. I'll take some pictures and post them in a few days --- we have been working on this joint project for the last four years and it is fun.
This has been a weekend of unremitting longing for you know who - it is amazing how the grief can still sneak right up on you and grab you by the throat with little warning. The real tip-off is crying in the car - every widow I know drives and weeps. I don't do it much anymore - but it is still there lurking in the background. Driving and crying popped up a few times Friday and Saturday.
Here is a quote that says it quite succinctly:
"See there's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me." Gretchen Kemp, Mizpah