On the calendar, it has been Two months since Bob died. The first month was having people acknowledge that Bob had died and they were sorry for my loss. I always answered," so am I". Even our post man , who always reminded us of Ichibad
Crane, came to the door with words of condolences. We have never participated in any of the social gatherings at our development, but the word was out and people stopped their cars or approached me while I was walking Noodle. In the two months that have passed,
Noodle has stopped waiting at the door for Bob. I guess we have established our own time line, Noodle and me. I picked up some survival skills. Like make sure that you tell your financial institutions, your policy holders,your county tax office. Did you know
that a widow or widower, gets a discount on their homestead tax? Good to know, I thought. For me, living alone has not been hard. Maybe because I was on duty for so long, the freedom that I am now experiencing is relished and welcome. I didn't cook for the
first 5 weeks. I went out to lunch many days and just brought home the doggie bag and had them for dinner.( Sorry, Noodle, sometimes it is all about me now) I did have some ladies over for a Shabbat dinner, and that felt very comfortable. I still say,
" we" and "our". And, everything in my life is still a we and an our. I did have a thought that I will be returning to an empty house when I return from these Three weeks with " our" son. Even Noodle won't be home yet. That will be another first. But
I am OK. I'll be fine. I am woman, I am strong. i can still roar. The song says it all.