I’ve created an entire lifestyle around my favorite times with my husband. I started photographing wildlife to entice him out of the house when he was sick. He spotted them, I photographed them. Our last few years became wonderful adventures to the wild places he loved. Sometimes I wrote little stories for him to go with the photos. Now, I go alone and write about my adventures. The challenge of being a caregiver opened the door to what I never knew I had a passion for. I think grief is not something to “heal,” but something to successfully integrate as an aspect of love.
I laughed at this story Kristi, because I have such a clear vision of you and Curtis wolfing down chocolate pie, even though I never actually caught you in the act.
Icy cold sombreros, drunk out of a big bowl type glass in the moonlight. Roasted peanuts still in shell, cracked open and smacked up while the shells get thrown into the fire. That's the only time now I have Kahlua, on natural holidays (like the spring equinox) and full moons
I’ve created an entire lifestyle around my favorite times with my husband. I started photographing wildlife to entice him out of the house when he was sick. He spotted them, I photographed them. Our last few years became wonderful adventures to the wild places he loved. Sometimes I wrote little stories for him to go with the photos. Now, I go alone and write about my adventures. The challenge of being a caregiver opened the door to what I never knew I had a passion for. I think grief is not something to “heal,” but something to successfully integrate as an aspect of love.
I laughed at this story Kristi, because I have such a clear vision of you and Curtis wolfing down chocolate pie, even though I never actually caught you in the act.
Do Saturday morning strawberry and whipped cream croissants qualify. We need to do that on the deck as soon as the weather is more motivating.
I love this story so much.
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Icy cold sombreros, drunk out of a big bowl type glass in the moonlight. Roasted peanuts still in shell, cracked open and smacked up while the shells get thrown into the fire. That's the only time now I have Kahlua, on natural holidays (like the spring equinox) and full moons
This is beautiful. (And now I want chocolate cream pie.)