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  1. Good for you Beth, it seems that things are working out the way they were meant to be. How apt that the Boat should be called "The Wild Bill"!

    I know what you mean though, I still haven't decided what to do with Dave's ashes and sometimes it weighs heavily on my mind. I sometimes think I shouldn't have brought them to Michigan with me as David loved California. At the time however, I couldn't bear to part with them. Now I don't want to put them out in the snow and cold! I suppose some people woud say this is being overly sentimental ,but,that's just the way I feel.

    At the moment they are still at my daughters house in a box , (inside a bigger cardboard box,) on the hearth in the family room. My grand-children and the play beside them, (although they don't know what is in the box and have never asked,) and I know he will be happy there until I make my decision.

    Thank you for making me feel a little more "normal" Beth, I thought I was a little strange to be thinking like this.

    God Bless,

    Paddy.

  2. Dear Peggy,

    It was so nice to hear from you again. I have thought of you a lot and wondered how you were. I sent an email but it was returned.

    I can empathise with you on your "lonely Saturday". I have had more than a few of those; somehow it always seems worse at the weekends. I too have often felt as that I would rather have gone with Dave than face the awful "aloneness" without him. It seems however that God has other things in mind for us doesn't it!

    Keep your spirits up.

    God Bless,

    Paddy

  3. Your courage is remarkable Larry. I am sure your wife would be so proud of your strength.

    When I am feeling low and people ask me how I am doing I usually say, "I,m having a bad day today" and they seem to understand. I don't make a big fuss but it just lets them know that they shouldn't expect me to be all bright and breezy. Paddy

  4. My heart goes out to you Pat. I miss my husband so much and I know what a terrible struggle it is to carry on. I thought, and still think sometimes, that I would never get through it, however I am slowly making progress. I found that the best thing to do is to let one's emotions out. If you want to cry, cry, if you want to spend the morning in bed, do so. Every time you let yourself "go through" the grief, you come out stronger on the other side. I am not saying there won't be setbacks and sometimes it's like going back to square one, but eventually things will start to get better.

    Love and Prayers, Paddy

  5. First a little history: My husband David was a very tall, rather shy“, teddy bear” of a man who, although he sometimes scared people with his serious expression, had a dry, and sometimes irreverent sense of humor.

    Dave adored our little dog “Hobie”(pictured in the avatar); but, he didn’t adore the chore that, as we all know, comes with a dog, which he called “The Poop Parade”. He would have us all laughing as he jokingly muttered, complained and came out with the funniest comments while doing this job that no-one else wanted.

    Now, about the ring: On the morning my husband passed away in the hospital, the nurse gave me his wedding band and I immediately put it on my right hand finger. During the next two days it was a great comfort to me. If I became, desperate or panicky, I would twist the ring around and around and think of David. On the second night however, when preparing for bed, I felt for the ring and found it missing. Tearfully I searched and searched to no avail. Late that night, completely exaughsted, I prepared go to bed without it, when suddenly, there it was immediately in my path by the side of the bed, although I had looked there many times.

    The ring had been on my finger until, just before Christmas last year when I again realized it was missing. My daughter “Karen” and I had been shopping at the local mall. I remembered trying on gloves in one store and was convinced that I had lost it there, however we had been to so many stores and it could have fallen off almost anywhere. We did all the things you are supposed to do in a case like this but nothing was ever found and I eventually gave up the idea of ever getting it back. I convinced myself not to fret about it as, “it was only a symbol” and I still had all my memories.

    Early this morning however, in my robe and winter coat and armed with a plastic bag, I followed my dog out into the yard, to attend to the proverbial “Poop parade”.As I turned to walk into the house I saw something that I thought I had missed. I turned back to pick it up, and a few inches beyond it, almost hidden in the grass, lay a broad gold band! I just couldn’t believe it, but there it was with our engraved initials and the date inside to prove it. I phoned Karen to tell her the good news and she thought it sooo appropriate that I should find her Dad’s ring while on the dreaded poop parade! I really don’t know what to think , except that I am so grateful to have the ring back, however I do wonder if “someone” is playing games with me!

    Fond wishes to you all,

    Paddy

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    My David passed away on the 5th of November 04. You will always be in my heart my love.

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  6. First a little history: My husband David was a very tall, rather shy“, teddy bear” of a man who, although he sometimes scared people with his serious expression, had a dry, and sometimes irreverent sense of humor.

    Dave adored our little dog “Hobie”(pictured in my first avatar); but, he didn’t adore the chore that, as we all know, comes with a dog, which he called “The Poop Parade”. He would have us all laughing as he jokingly muttered, complained and came out with the funniest comments, while doing this job that no-one else wanted.

    Now, about the ring: On the morning my husband passed away in the hospital, the nurse gave me his wedding band and I immediately put it on my right hand finger. During the next two days it was a great comfort to me. If I became, desperate or panicky, I would twist the ring around and around and think of David. On the second night however, when preparing for bed, I felt for the ring and found it missing. Tearfully I searched and searched to no avail. Late that night, completely exaughsted, I prepared go to bed without it, when suddenly, there it was immediately in my path by the side of the bed, although I had looked there many times.

    The ring had been on my finger until, just before Christmas when I again realized it was missing. My daughter “Karen” and I had been shopping at the local mall. I remembered trying on gloves in one store and was convinced that I had lost it there, however we had been to so many stores and it could have fallen off almost anywhere. We did all the things you are supposed to do in a case like this but nothing was ever found and I eventually gave up the idea of ever getting it back. I convinced myself not to fret about it as, “it was only a symbol” and I still had all my memories.

    Early this morning however, in my robe and winter coat and armed with a plastic bag, I followed my dog out into the yard, to attend to the proverbial “Poop parade”.As I turned to walk into the house I saw something that I thought I had missed. I turned back to pick it up, and a few inches beyond it, almost hidden in the grass, lay a broad gold band! I just couldn’t believe it, but there it was with our engraved initials and the date of our marraige inside to prove it. I phoned Karen to tell her the good news and she thought it sooo appropriate that I should find her Dad’s ring while on the dreaded poop parade! I really don’t know what to think , except that I am so grateful to have the ring back, however I do wonder if “someone” is playing games with me!

    Fond wishes to you all,

    Paddy

  7. Oh My Goodness Tami!

    How can you not be depressed! The situation you are in is enough to floor anyone. Pease don't beat yourself up about that!

    My heart goes out to you and I am praying for you and for your family with all my heart.

    Talk to the people on this board who are going through the same thing as you . I am sure they will help and you will find courage begin to fight again.

    My heart goes out to you and I am praying for you and for your family with all my heart.

    Paddy

  8. Thanks Lily!

    This afternoon I was missing my David so much and feeling so alone, so tried to do all the things one is supposed to do to "get out of it" to no avail. Ended up by having a racking sobbing fit and then coming to the board to be with folks who I felt were probably feeling just like me or worse. Next thing is Lily has me running down to the basement to find out the name of the author of my second favorite novel! Thanks you Guys for being here!

    My first favorite is, Yes, "To Kill a Mockingbird," and second on my list comes "The Jewel In The Crown" by "Paul Scott". It's about the turbulence of India in 1942. The book is split into four parts, it's a bit of a tome and takes some getting into, however, once in I was hooked. They did a series on PBS too, it was terrific!

    Another good, short and very easy-to-read novel is "The Christmas Train", (sorry I can't remember the authors name.)

    Paddy

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