Went to a grief counseling session arranged by Four Seasons Hospice. People need to be aware of what they are attending as some groups as not reputable. This one is organized and lead by the hospice group. It meets for six weeks each Monday. I learned a lot my first Monday. Basically, I learned that I'm doing quite well with the support I received from my family, my dear close friends, both volunteer fire departments, and my neighbors on my road. I never feel lonely. There is a difference in being alone and being lonely. I treasure my alone time. Alone allows me to be me. I've never minded being alone......for awhile. By the time the first session was over I knew it would be the only one. The other eight people were mourning more than the loss of a loved one. They were mourning their pasts, their abuses, their head stories. I was more depressed being in the group. What a great insight. Everyone grieves in their own way at their own time.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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