It doesn't seem possible that I've been a widow for four years. I wondered what life would be like after a few years had passed and now I've found out.
The seasons still come and go. My daughters are continuing on without the good counsel and present influence of their father. My grandchildren are growing up. I'm not feeling as stressed as I felt the first three years of my new life. I'm OK.
Life is once again normal--just a different normal than it used to be. I deal with the problems that come my way without the help of my husband--just like millions of other women have to do. Yes, it is more difficult and confusing, but I manage with the help of God. I look to Him for help more often than I did in my old life.
I've learned to make-do and not fret about it. I've managed to do a few minor plumbing tasks. With the help of YouTube, I was able to replace the pump in the master bath toilet. It works. The only thing I can't figure out is why it makes a terrible whistling, tooting sound. It didn't do that for the first few months, but now it does it at every flush. And it's loud! You can hear it all through the house and probably outside--if the window is open! Oh well, it works, so I'll just live with it.
Life goes on. I try to look for a purpose in each new day.
"Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men." Colossians 3:23
