My Buddy

The photo is from a couple years ago when Steve and I visited our son, Sal, in Germany. We took a Sound of Music tour in Salzburg, Austria. This is the place where the kids rode their bikes, dressed in clothes sewn from curtains, learning Do-Re-Me. We did our own rendition.

May through July has been a whirlwind of activity as I prepare for my Peace Corps service which starts on August 13, 2018. Following Peace Corps’ advice, I have spent lots of time with family and friends and also getting my affairs in order to be away for 2 years. However, I am still very much grieving. We honored the first year anniversary of my husband, Steve’s, death on July 19th. Throughout these weeks/months, I have made time and allowed myself to cry and continue grieving for Steve. When I was out of town, I tried to walk every day by myself. This was my reflection time. As excited as I am to teach in Namibia, I still miss Steve so much. My heart is raw and tears are just under the surface. I laugh, I do things, I enjoy being with friends and family but there is a piece missing and it is Steve. It is so hard to imagine life without him but here I am. I think this will be a common theme for a long time, maybe forever – how much I miss Steve.