In the time we had together before you died we talked a lot about how life would be without you. You kept reassuring me I would be ok. We talked about me selling the house. So a couple of weeks after you were gone Tim introduced me to a realtor friend he knew and she came to the house and wrote up a contract. Before she could finish it a lady she had been showing other houses to stopped by and took a look and offered a cash amount, I counter offered and she accepted. It closed on the 23rd of November and she took possession December 1st. It didn't leave me a whole lot of time to pack up. Jan came down and helped me for a few days and Kelly and Rob and families came Thanksgiving and we sorted and sorted and threw away and gave away...... I have to tell you honey, if there was ever a trophy for one who could put so much stuff in a shed and workshop and have it look as organized as yours was, you would have won that trophy hands down without a doubt.
Moving from a two bedroom two bath double wide mobile home into a studio apartment has it's challenges but I'm getting it done.
|Joe and Karin, our friends of more than 40 years, were at the house at 8:15 AM and he took me to U Haul to pick up the truck. Not only did he help load and unload but he drove the truck.|
|Some of the folks helped on the Milwaukie end to load and others arrived at my new home in Damascus to help unload.|
|This sign greeted me when I opened the door to my new home. Thank you Kim W. It doesn't take much to bring the tears out. Seeing this sign the tears were there along with smiles.|
|After a few days of unpacking and sorting, the kitchen is done.|
|My fireplace has a little heater in it. So I stay nice and warm. (It is suppose to be in the 30's here this week so we'll see)|
|Remember my sweet little abode is a studio apartment. Thus you see the couch and the bed. It works for me. I also have a huge walk in closet behind the wall by the bed.|
|I still have boxes to unpack but I am slowly making progress.|
So my love, here I am. I'm not alone, but I'm lonely. I miss you more than all those words you said I had can tell you. I cry a lot. My heart aches because it's broken. I wonder sometimes if it will ever heal. I'm doing my best to be brave. Church is hard, especially taking communion without you by my side. Today though, I stayed until after the benediction instead of leaving while the last song was being sung to avoid visiting with the people. I actually stayed a few extra minutes visiting with a new friend.
This past Thursday Ruthie and I went to the Victorian Country Christmas at the fairgrounds in Puyallup.Billy and the Hillbillys performed there again this year. It was as good or better than the times you and I went in the past. The living nativity was the best ever. We stayed overnight at Jan's and came back home Friday Morning.
Tonight David, Jennifer and the little boys picked me and Ruthie up and we went to Portland's Christmas Celebration at Portland Christian Center on Dosh Rd. Both these Christmas Celebrations were beautiful but bitter sweet because you weren't there to enjoy them with me. You loved the music especially the trombones.
I guess there has to be a first before there can be a 2nd. So I got my train ticket yesterday to go be with Jan for Christmas. Christmas without you will never be the same again. But the memories I will have about Christmas with you, especially in the desert will always be in my heart.