Two weeks ago tomorrow my Patricia went to be with our Heavenly Father.
It is so lonely and painful; I barely know what to do. My short term memory is gone.
I'm finding myself in places with no idea why. I make multiple trips to shop more that
one store at a time. I still try to remember things so I can tell her what I've seen or done.
There is no comfort from her family. I guess they are glad to be rid of me. They didn't
tell me about the funeral until I asked. What a shame they disrespect her memory and
their elders. She loved me with all her heart and I loved her like no one before. That
should be enough for them or all they need to know; but it's never enough.
Steve