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Of Bandits, of NoteBooks, of Music and Memories...of Tears. Please understand I am doing very well, though I miss Rob so very much, I see him in all the good things in my life. But we all have days. I went through a lot of picture finding our little bandit, it brought back so many memories, moments in time. Then a movie came on, that my had told me to watch."The Notebook". That really started the tears.. and oh..the song. it plays in my head all the time " I'll be Seeing You". Now the heartbreaking sobbing starts. All day..till late at night when I talked with my ...we were both crying. But you know..sometimes a good cry is very healing..It's OK..I can have bad days, I can cry...but mostly with friends and family, the memory of a wonderful man, I can live again. Don't forget Joey and Bobby..my furry boys. I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's bright and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon And I'll be seeing you. Just some memories to share.. 
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Morgana: What a lovely blog and collage of you sweetheart. I first watched the Notebook in Atlanta with my daughter. As we were leaving the movie theatre there was not a dry eye to be seen. Both men and women were in tears. Fast forward a few years and I'm in Arizona with my Mac and we watched it together. Before he watched it he joked about me making him watch a "chick flick". But after all was said and done he too became very emotional. We may lose our loved one to illness but no one can ever take the memories we have of the time spent with them and the love shared. Cherish always. Bruja The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel; its poverty by how little. W. R. Inge
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2/5/2012 8:31 am |
Thanks Bruja More than anyone right now, you know how I feel, sometimes the memories hurt so much, but can also be so sweet. Hugs sweetheart..we are the lucky ones...for we have loved and been loved. And that will always be ours. 
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Hugssss to you my friend!! Yes, that song always brings back to me the wonderful years that Eric & I had together...sighhhhh.
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2/5/2012 10:31 am |
No recently widowed person should watch the Notebook. The one that did and still does it to me is "The Bridges of Madison County" as my story was similar except that my husband and I made the changes needed to be together - for the rest of his life. We saw it together long before he became ill and he was more emotional about it than I was. As for tears - they come, often unbidden and when least expected and are cleansing. As for making the collage - what a great way to work through the grief process. I remember my doctor telling me that to do things like that until you can remember and the happy times without sadness. simple but excellent advice. Spiritwoman ^i^
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2/5/2012 10:53 am |
Thanks spirit...I just felt a need to do something..not many have seen pictures of Rob in happier times, he was a joy to live with and I'll always remember the love and happiness he brought to my life. I loved making the collage..remembering the joy we shared. It was a good thing.
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2/5/2012 10:55 am |
Roses..thankyou..making the collage, remembering our happy times has been very good. And I will always be seeing him...
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2/5/2012 10:56 am |
JK thankyou for sharing, the love never dies.
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2/5/2012 10:59 am |
Huggs Rocket...he will always live in my heart and memories. Some tears OK..cleansing, but remembering the happy times we shared.
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Very touching Morgana..(((hugs)))
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2/5/2012 1:32 pm |
Thankyou dinty...
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Nice blog, Erna. As you say, you're lucky to have loved and have been loved. Tears in this case are healthy, they clean the heart. Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.(Khalil Gibran)
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2/5/2012 5:26 pm |
Thanks Lucy...just doing this has been really great...looking at the joy he brought into my life. Wonderful memories...
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2/7/2012 5:37 am |
Thanks poet....it's a good day, sunshine, my little dogs and most of all memories all memories of a gentle sweet man.
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