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beloved, commemorate, flies by, Grandpa, my beloved, time, very slow
sometimes time seems to fly by, particularly if you are trying to get something done in a certain period…
other times it is very, very slow, particularly when you are trying to get past something, lol…
and still other times, it goes by at a normal speed…
today, it seems to be going rather slowly… two years ago today, my beloved died…
can’t figure out how to go about commemorating the day… do I sit around and sob all day long… do I pretend to ignore the date and push my way through it…
hard to know what works best…
40 roses to celebrate 40 years…
above is a picture of the flowers George brought me on our 40th anniversary… I was in the hospital with pancreatitis…he was a great romantic…
have had many Facebook messages and a few phone calls… I was fine until I saw one or heard the voice of someone thinking about me… then I burbled like a baby, lol…
tonight the kids here, and in Ottawa, were together by Skype and we had dinner together…
it was crazy… the weather was awful, the supper arrived early, we had trouble getting connected on Skype, the kids in Ottawa had to eat before we connected, Crystal had to leave early for a concert, Jeff arrived late and the little kids were all hyped up, lol… we spent a bit of time talking about things that Grandpa liked to do…
a young friend brought her newborn over for a few snuggles which was lovely…
I wonder how other people celebrate/remember the date of the passing of their beloved…
herbiggirlpants 
Your post made me think back about how I mark the day Don died. I’m 12 years ahead of you, Cathie, so one year I forgot about it until later that week when I looked at the calendar. (When you’re retired you don’t always do that every day.) Some years I would light a candle, others I’d look through photo albums. Other years I’d just chuckle over some of the outrageous things he said. (one friend of ours called him “that vulgar, vulgar man!) He had a really warped sense of humour so I would often remember that. I do that most days, anyway. More and more I don’t mark the day he died, I remember the times we spent together. As you know, I still think of “house rules” he set up (turn the stove element off before you take the pot off the stove) so that keeps his memory alive. It gets easier, or at least not as raw.
thanks for the insight Marian…