What I have is a full blown case of resolved grief. WooHoo! I mean, this was the whole point of writing this blog. Resolved grief. Happy feet!!
How'd this little episode of glee erupt? This past weekend I went through scads of photographs. 1953 on. These little beauties ended up sorting themselves into piles.
This is My Life
- Before 'him'. Little girl me, teenage me, young adult me, family, friends, school, work place, my boyfriends
- Family from my side
- Courtship. Wedding
- The two of us
- Him, just him
- Me, just me, during and after the marriage
- Our homes, including the ones on wheels
- Family on his side
Category 8 is for his parents, brother, nephews and nieces and cousins. Most of these photographs were taken at weddings and funerals and holidays at very fancy places, including a couple of horse farms. Yes, my dearly departed was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The poor man had to suffer through debutante balls, a first marriage with lots of hoopla, and eventually, the stern and vocal disappointment from his father. For you see, my fellow didn't grow up to lead a Fortune 500 company like his Dad did. Nope. That fellow of mine spit that silver spoon out of his mouth and hitched himself to a sweet middleclass artist who lived in Greenwich Village. Yes, we were invited to major family events. But when my dearly departed became sick with cancer, only one of the clan - his brother - contacted him at all. Not a smidgen of support for him, for his children, for me. He was deathly ill for three years! When my husband died, none of them attended the funeral. Well, his brother couldn't come to the funeral because he had to attend a golf tournament at his country club. Yes, pictures of my late husband's family belong in the basement.
WooHoo! No in-laws!
|1987 The first summer in our new home|
Nothin' holdin' me down.
Stay tuned for Part Two...Dancing On My Husband's Grave - Dating. This gal's experience, anyway!
........Can you imagine the day when you will be extraordinarily happy, or humbly happy, or just a little bit happy?