So many trials have come and gone in the last year. Losing the love of my life was the last thing I expected. My dear sweet husband was laid to rest on January 28th, 2015.The three months between his death, memorial and burial nearly had me joining him. Military burials are wonderful but you have absolutely no control over the time you wait. I gave my sweetheart the best funeral I could muster up. He was a highly decorated retired Veteran, a Major in the Army during the Vietnam War. Mark came into my life unexpectedly and God claimed him 5 days before our third wedding anniversary.
We were still on our honeymoon if you ask me. The last 10 months of his life were so difficult. He was a proud man and would not go to a doctor. I resigned my position at DCPS, and became his primary caregiver where he had been mine. How fast I shifted gears. The months he suffered I too was suffering but had no means of letting his family know as he had sworn me to secrecy even from my own children. This turmoil built up in me and was consuming me. I had collapsed after he died,
fractured left foot and left rib, moved to North Carolina, a T-11 compression fracture, just had surgery last Thursday, and still trying to get spousal widow benefits. It's been 6 months and good old social security is still dragging their feet.
But let's celebrate a better day! It is PINK SATURDAY over at How Sweet The Sound.