MY original thought was that on the monthly anniversary of Bob's death, I would write what I was experiencing, what it was like,etc. Today is month three and the date almost passed me by. Life just got in the way. It has nothing to
do with missing him, or not thinking about him, but my life is pretty full and I have living things to do. I learned that I can do a lot. I switched out a shower head. By myself. I had second thoughts about what I did , so I called in a plumber who said that
I did it just right. I needed to extend my dining room table and that takes two people. What to do? I was only me. A neighbor had company, I just went over and asked if I could borrow a guy for a few minutes. He came and we opened the table with a promise
to come back after my dinner party to close it. The sad/ funny thing is that when we went to open the table for the leaves, I went to the side I usually pull from and I sent the neighbor's company to "Bob's " side .These little daily life experiences
are what make me remember.