As Monday rolls around again, I'd like wish you all a wonderful week. I know it's not easy lately, but we have to make the best of it. That's all we can do. We were talking about it in Friday's group. This is certainly not what I expected from my golden years. After working 50 years, I was finally having fun, and abruptly on March 12th, that ended when the city closed down. The center most likely will not open until next year. But, I am thankful for my online classes. They are getting me through all this pain and heartache.
I had canceled the food from the city about 3 weeks ago and now have re-ordered it. We are in the orange zone, and I don't want to take any chances. Don't want to be running around anymore than I have to, and to be honest, those meals weren't the best, but I am feeling it in the pocket. I didn't eat the entire meal they sent, but I did take the chicken and make it into something delicious. Plus, they also send a couple of boxes of food. The box is filled with things like pasta, canned fruits and veggies, cereal, snacks, etc. That I am really missing.
The other day I had a dream about an old co-worker only, we were all on a
different job and I was a newbie there. She was retiring and everyone
had bought her a gift. Funny thing was, everyone bought her a vase.
She had all different kinds. I felt bad because I hadn't known about it
so I dug in my purse and found some cash, not much, but enough for a
gift. I was walking around looking for a store. Everything that was
open was restaurants. Finally I wondered into this open air restaurant
and in the back they had gifts. Picked up a beautiful white vase with
purple flowers on it, but put it down because I wanted to get something
different. That's when I woke up. I was trying to go back to sleep to
finish the dream so I could see what I bought for her. I will never know what I chose.
The biggest news is this. We are finally going to bury my son. Life insurance finally paid off and tomorrow I have to call for prices and steps needed to make it happen. I've already made a list of things that I have to buy and things I have to do. I feel so much more at peace now that I can finally lay him to rest and the manner I always wanted. He deserves the best and he is going to have the best that I can afford. I love him and miss him so darn much. Why does this have to be? Why, instead of planning the holidays do I have to plan my son's funeral? My heart is broken.
Have a wonderful day.