Wednesday

With Bryon having been so sick he was unable to do a lot of things around the house. Things that he normally would have done. These chores fell to me and in a way I think it helped prepare me for what was to come. If something needed to be fixed I would ask his opinion, to try to make him feel needed, if it was something he could help me with he did. Now I seem to panic if something breaks, I have to tell myself to calm down, listen to my voice of reason and just use plain old womens injenuity. It may not look pretty but I fix it. Putting out the garbage was an act of love, I did it before he tried to, now I do it because it has become something that has to be done and I am the only one left to do it. When he got sick he had to stop walking the girls, something he loved to do. I started to do it and would come home and tell him all about how the walk went.. We shared. Bryons sickness sort of prepared me for this path I am on, the only difference is.....there is no Bryon to share it with.