I live in the BEAUTIFUL Comox Valley. Mountains, rivers, ocean, valleys, music, art, and a small community of good people(mostly)!!! This is a perfect place for creative, nature loving people. It is quiet, safe and beauty surrounds you.
On my way to Calgary today.
To continue, I don’t think my friend really knew what he was getting into. And I thought he might be a little more sensitive, but Xmas morning came and he seemed to be expecting me to go home as soon as I woke up. Oh well, that’s my life. Sometimes it’s as cold and grey in my heart as the weather outside. I have to tell myself the sun will shine again. Time seems meaningless when it comes to missing people.
I work in a hospital. No I’m not a nurse. I work in housekeeping. It’s not a glorified job. For me it’s significant.
It’s hard, it’s where I last saw my husband, my brother and my brothers son.
I kind of work with them in mind, after my brother died, I did the cleaning in his room. I wanted to. Life just seems to be about cleaning up sometimes.
I wanted to spend Xmas day alone after my older brother Michael died, so I could just think about him, my husband Robin, my nephew Eric and my grandparents and people who arent here anymore. That was a bit hard. I had a friend rescue me(kind of) Xmas eve. He didnt know my plan, just phoned to see how I was and invited me over. We stayed up all night drinking. That helped.(!)