February 11, Twenty-fifteen
It was little over a year ago. Hubby and I had just returned home from a trip to Vancouver, B.C. when I decided to get back to this little blog of mine. I was in the middle of drafting a post when the unthinkable happened…Hubby had a heart attack…not one but two. In all my 53 years of life it had to be the most frightening event I’ve experienced.
He’s always told me he was going to die young, but as his wife I just collected those little comments and filed them away deep in the recesses of my memory. I mean really, who sits around thinking about their death? I don’t, do you?
From that day the hours, weeks, and years have quickly slipped by. I can’t tell you where they’ve gone or what I've done with them…
Wait! yes, I do know…
I completed my Graphic Design course, started playing the lever harp, began volunteering at an Historic Park (where I get to play dress up…happy me), and have been trying to get my house in order. Not having much luck with that one and I’m beginning to think it will never happen in my life time! OI!!
And so, we find ourselves 1-1/2 months into Twenty-fifteen, wondering what sort of adventures are in store for this new year? Many I hope, and I hope to be back to this little place in the blogosphere…oh how I have missed it and missed you!