Journey Beyond Survival

That is actually my ring.  For once I took my own picture.  It's a beautiful ring. There's a good story behind that ring.  The diamond is from a man that Beansprout's middle named after.  He had no children.  Hubbend was like a son to him.  That was part of the reason I fell in love with him. Hubbend  took care of his friend like he was his grandson.  We spent many of our dates taking him out of the house for a drive.  I was conned a few times into going alone.  I got very extremely lost, with a slightly senile old man. This man gave Hubbend the diamond from his wife's ring.  It's so beautiful to have a stone carried on from a happy marriage.  He loved her so much, and I think their love has been a sort of blessing over ours. We've been married ten years today. I'm wishing there was a way to express better how I feel about him.  I suppose the ordinary will have to do for the extraordinary today.

Since I feel the need to post this sometime, I'll do it today. This is the anniversary. A year ago tomorrow my nephew died. He was seven months old. He had an undiagnosed heart condition. It was terrifying for my family. He was so young. It was horrifying for me. Two months before his parents thought Chickadee had the same thing as their son. She didn't, but there was no way to know for sure at the time. A year ago this week is when my Chickadee's right hand stopped working the way she wanted it to. For good. I remember because when I flew out to my nephew's funeral it was the first time I got comments about it. Why was she touching her hair over and over? Did she have a pinched nerve? Did she have headaches? I didn't mind. Much. They seemed logical questions to me. Anniversaries of tragedies are difficult. Hubbend planned a wonderful evening. He made reservations weeks in advance for a romantic dinner at our favorite expensive restaurant on Valentine...