Life Part 2...
As the day stretches before me and I once again try to make the 2nd half my life mean... something. So we (my son and I) head to an Art Museum...A Schwans truck passes, reminding me of the day long ago that I met him at a company picnic.
Yesterday the local ambulance/rescue squad was behind me. The same one that attempted to help him that fateful day. The day that he was "taken" from me so very long ago. Life does seem to go on without him. More surprising is that I am going on without him, that I have managed/stubbled along thus far both emotionally and financially .
I don't know what I will make of this life, the 2nd part- Life without Paul. I do know that I try not to waste another day. Grief stole who I was and while I try to find out who I am now I will take in all experiences that life has to offer.
We all learned the hard way that life is too short and can be taken from us in the blink of an eye.