as I sit in the garden, overlooking the beautiful sanctuary that it is, I’ve been thinking of my privilege…

I have a safe home, food to eat, and a glorious space to enjoy every day…

this is due in large part to my beloved… he worked for years to make our home comfortable and to put money aside for our retirement… and he never got to see that…

all that allows me to stay home and enjoy life is due to his work, and yes, his death, which has paved the way for my time sitting in the garden…

he worked hard to make it a sanctuary for us and I often think of him mowing the grass or pulling weeds… or cleaning the garage, lol…

I truly am blessed beyond measure…