Yes, this is my life

I've spoken often of our next door neighbors. The couple is very old. He is a Marine who served along side Chesty Puller in Korea. She is a devoted wife of many years but slipping away due to dementia. We talk often through the fence and we are probably the only company they have these days. Last week we were told the family has finally decided to put them in a home. They are worse off than they thought. They will sell the home and they will retire to a facility they can be cared for 24 hours. It made me so sad. Fast forward to today. A fire alarm/ co2 alarm was going off over there. I couldn't get them to answer the door. I know both are losing their hearing so I wasn't sure if anyone was even there but a vehicle was in the drive. My thoughts were spinning. What if he did not want to go to the home. What if he turned on the gas? What if they have fallen or one doesn't even know the other is hurt...I don't smell smoke or see it. But the alarm.. So I called the fir

It's 2017 and that means it's the 4th Calendar year since Mike died. For the most part my life has gone on. Whether I like it or not. And I can't complain terribly much. My kids are healthy, we have a great home, I have a job and volunteer work and a really devoted partner now. There are some things though that will never be the same. I am learning to accept them. One of the odd little things is I started watching NCIS again on Netflix. It's a show that Mike and I watched daily. Some moments it makes me sad and others remind me of snapshots in time when we sat together in unassuming, uneventful evenings watching together. I accept that he's gone and I will not see him again on this earth. I hold on to the memories. I cherish all those moments that seemed insignificant at the time. I understand now just how significant they were. One thing I have noticed is I still can't see a military funeral without losing it. It doesn't matter if it's on TV or a mov