Good evening. Saturday and Sunday blog. I have fallen behind. The weather is not helping my walking at all. Still fighting fatigue. I did spend today on me. Trimmed, colored and frosted my hair. Did my hands and feet. I start a new house tomorrow. It’s also another Monday. They roll by so fast. 40 weeks tomorrow. Just not possible. There are days, I just want to throw in the towel. There are plenty of days, especially since experiencing COVID-19 first hand, I could pull the covers over my head and cry myself to death. That sounds extreme. It sounds awful and sad. It is. My lip finally healed and left a scar. No tastes, no smell. Not seeing my family is worse! They are all alive. I thought we would all spend the firsts together. Missing him together. How do you not feel alone? I think if Denny could speak to me, he would say, I didn’t know you would miss me so much. He would also say, it’s time for life, which I feel I do not have. That ugly word, feelings. They get in the way of everything. Keep fighting, that’s what I tell myself, even when I don’t feel any fight left in me. Keep smiling. My only comfort, God hears, God sees, God knows. God keeps me going! So, tomorrow it’s going to hurt again. God and Denny will both say, go ahead and cry, one more time! Good night. God bless.❤️🤗🙏🏻🤗❤️
Marilyn’s Heart 