My Journey Continues

Grief has a way of rebooting life.  In my case, it set my love life back thirteen years and that's been very hard for me to accept.  Fifteen years ago I was lost after my divorce.  I wanted to find the love of my life and had no idea how to go about it.  I hardly dated in my early years ,since I went from my first boyfriend at sixteen, to marriage by nineteen.  In my late thirties, I was alone for the first time since my teens.  I tried online dating services and after much angst and many one time dates, I met Dean three years later.  Dating to me was like a job and I hated it because it was so much work and very exhausting.  When Dean and I finally fell in love and merged seamlessly together, my life was heaven.  Not once during our entire relationship did I ever miss being single.  We both knew how lucky we were, and secretly reveled in our love knowing others did not have what we had found.  We did not take it for granted. Grief didn't just hinder my love life, it took

I have a good reason for being absent from blogging for a couple of weeks.  I traveled to Albuquerque, New Mexico on vacation with my best friend, Brenda.  After Dean passed away and upon my daughters diagnosis, I realized how fleeting life could be so I decided to compile a bucket list of items that I wanted to accomplish before I got kicked to the curb myself, so to speak. One of those adventures was to ride in a hot air balloon.  Probably not a big deal most of you say, but as I have aged, I slowly developed a fear of heights.  Its one of those phobias that appears out of no where for some reason and I deal with it as best I can.  My acrophobia bothers me most when I hike up a mountain, stand on a ladder or just trying to enjoy the view at the top of a high building, such as the space needle or empire state building. Needless to say, I was terrified the morning we were to float up into the New Mexico sky and in the first picture above you can see the look on my face.  It

I had bad news yesterday.  A man that worked for my company, Cedar Creek Contractors, died Friday night.  On September 30th, 2017 he was killed in a tragic motorcycle accident.  His name was Tom and he was only thirty five years old.  His motorcycle hit a guardrail and he was thrown over the handlebars and into the oncoming traffic.  Several cars were unable to avoid hitting him. I wonder what his last thoughts were?  Was he scared, numb or unconscious?  Did he see his life flash before his eyes?  I pray that he felt no pain. Coincidentally, it was exactly one year and six months from the day and approximate time Dean passed away.  It was a reminder to once again, live every day and moment as a gift from God.  I am still in disbelief and shock.  I just saw Tom Thursday night for a meeting with one of our clients, a large Property Management firm. He was going to help us with a substantial project we are supposed to start this coming Monday.  Hi role was integral to our job as an