Us then Me

It used to be us, doing things together keeping the flow going. Now it is just me and I am still trying to keep the flow going. Me is trying to keep the house going even when things seem to breaking down faster than I can fix it. When it was us all I had to do is ask and it would be fixed. I am slowly learning that I do what I can and if it doesn't get done today it will be there tomorrow. Sure I have adult kids and sure they try to help out....sometimes but I feel like it is a major inconvience to them when I ask them. I asked my son if he would pick me up a yard of topsoil as he has the pickup. Now I lost my husband not my mind. I know how much a yard is and what I need. My son told me, without even looking at why I needed it that a yard was too much. I am doing my best to keep my home together all I ask is for a little help. When you first loose your husband everyone wants to help you. There are offers of going out for coffee, phone calls then suddenly "poof" nothing. Did I miss the part in the Widows Handbook that tells me how long I can mourn? I think that society thinks that as long as you "act" normal, carry on day to day and are not crying all the time then you are "over it" It was my husband who died not my goldfish. The weed eater bought it then an hour later the lawn mower died. Bryon I do hope you see the humour in all this. My small engine shop is about to be added to my Christmas Card list. I can always count on them.
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