I just finished working in the yard for three hours. I filled a dumpster half full of broken limbs and dead leaves. I will have to do this several more days to get it all done. We had a bad winter and lots of high wind. I trimmed the dead limbs from the rose bushes, and cut down little trees that were coming up from roots of big trees. I must say I am tired. I slapped a pizza in the oven and had a quick lunch so I could write my blog. My neighbor came over while I was working and I tried to hire him to help me. He said no that he was retired. I told him it paid good money, and he said he didn’t’ need money. I can’t tell you how many times this guy has tried to do my yard work, but I always say no, I need the exercise. Very nice neighbors. My neighbors are one reason I do not want to sell my house and move away. All up and down this two or three block area I have amazing neighbors. This house has been my heaven for fifty years. It is hard for me to keep it up now, but somehow I can do it. I feel safer here than any place else in the world, and I say that because I feel like this world is a very dangerous place to be any more.
It took me over four years to take all my husbands cloths out of the closets and haul them to a give-a-way place. I just laid them on the hangers on the floor of the trunk. The stack become so tall I had to finish by laying the back seat full clear to the back windshield. He never wore anything out, so we just kept collecting cloths for him. I was exhausted by the time I finished, and I cried the rest of the day. That was two days ago, and I am still feeling the loss. I’m now trying to work off the heart-breaking pain by killing my self in the yard. Then today while I was resting my back pain I got a call from My husband’s nephew telling me they had put his mother in hospice care. She is the last one of my husband’s siblings. Eternity is becoming more real every day, although I don’t expect to be leaving anyway soon. I still have dreams to be fulfilled yet. I am having fun while I wait for them. I hope when it’s my time I will be taken on a jet cloud, and will be flying into that heavenly air port with angels everywhere to greet me. That is one of the dreams I cherish and hang onto. Only by faith do I live and breath each day. Only by faith will my dreams be fulfilled. “Faith without works is dead,” so I must hit the yard again tomorrow.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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