sheri

I am so glad to know that there is a way to handle these things, and I'm happy that you found the support and respect that you deserve. These two dummies will get it sooner or later I hope, in the mean time you've given me the courage to tell them to just "hike". Hope to talk with you when I get back from my travels. Sherri

Thanks for your kind words Deborah. I do have such wonderful memories, and in fact will taking a 2 week tour on the road by self this coming weekend. I know Dick would be happy for me and that he will ride shotgun as I travel. Just before he died, he bought me a small puppy. He knew I would need her, so "Missy" and I will venture out and try our soloing. I feel totally lost but cannot just sit here and cry in my misery. My self confidence is shaken in everything except the knowledge he gave me about RVing. I have to give it a try and if I fail, - well at least I tried. One thing that threatens me so much is the attention I receive from men who think I should be needing companionship. They mean well, but I am not the least bit interested and in fact am angry at the intrusion of these phone calls and invitations. Altho I tell these two exactly what I feel, they don't get the picture. I think going on the road for awhile might help distance them. Thanks again for your kind words. Sheri

Hello Even tho it's been almost 7 months since I lost my husband, I am still so lost and lonely. We spent 46 years together, and were truly best friends. We RV'd for 6-7 months each year to get out of the heat, now the road seems so empty and unfriendly. I sold the 45'er that we had and have purchased a 30'er. I'm tryng to keep RVing and get out of the heat, but I just cry at almost every place I go, simply knowing he's not with me. When I'm here, it is so lonely too. It seems when the sun goes down or the weekends come, friends all forget about us. I was fortunate in that I was able to be his care-giver the last months of his life. He had cancer that spread to the brain. I was able to keep him here at home with me so that he could pass at home. Maybe his passing here in the house is what makes me "run home" when I do go out. It just seems safer here and closer to him. Some days it seems like I am just waiting to join him, and find release from this awful journey and pain. As you've guessed by now, this is not a good day for me. Sheri