Lately, the PTSD symptoms have been very mild. It has been so nice to have a relatively quiet and rested husband. I know the nights are a still tough for him, however he's been able to hold himself together during the day.
We have been socializing more lately. Our friends, who bowl with us, have come over to play cards. It has been fun to learn new card games and play with them. They brought their grandson over the other night, and that was really fun! I had completely forgotten what it was like to have a one-year-old around.
Our own boys have been out of town visiting relatives the past three weeks. They will come home on Wednesday, and I can say that I'll be glad to see them. I have missed them so much! I think this is probably the last summer they will want to be away from home. They have so many friends they "have not seen in a month, Mom!" I know that their social life is very important to them, and they are anxious to get back into the swing of things.
I have my own sense of normalcy to get back to. Today the laundry and the kitchen are beckoning me to get busy cleaning. I also want to finish an article review for my post grad work today. Guess I'd better go answer the call of a housewife.
Blessings to you all,
the PTSD Widow
Monday, July 18, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Beautiful Death...
We buried Grandma last week. If death can be beautiful, Grandma's death was beautiful. We were privileged to spend an extra four days with her before she went to be with the Lord. Those four days were the greatest! We knew she was ready to go when she took off her oxygen and closed her eyes.
She was a beautiful woman who lived through more than her share of ups and downs. She was widowed at a young age with four teenagers. I'll never know all the details, but I do know that she was a mighty strong woman. Dad says she was industrious. He told me that he remembers Grandma staying up all night sewing two coats from her only coat so her twin boys would be warm the next morning as they walked to school. She couldn't offer her children much as far as things went, but she gave them all the love she could. She went without so that her children might have a little something.
I wish I'd have had the chance to know my grandmother better. That's another story.
Blessings to you all,
the PTSD Widow
She was a beautiful woman who lived through more than her share of ups and downs. She was widowed at a young age with four teenagers. I'll never know all the details, but I do know that she was a mighty strong woman. Dad says she was industrious. He told me that he remembers Grandma staying up all night sewing two coats from her only coat so her twin boys would be warm the next morning as they walked to school. She couldn't offer her children much as far as things went, but she gave them all the love she could. She went without so that her children might have a little something.
I wish I'd have had the chance to know my grandmother better. That's another story.
Blessings to you all,
the PTSD Widow
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