It's late. I thought that I was done here sitting here in front of the computer, but we finally received one of the boxes of Billy's belongings back here in Florida. For a whole lot of reasons not everything shipped home at the same time. I was cleaning up my office after a very long day. It's 8:20 pm now. I looked over and saw one of the boxes that had arrived, and almost walked away, but knowing that I could see pictures of Billy again read and about all the good things that he done for people and how he helped people, knowing there were blessings in all those cards, I had to sit down and go through it all. So many emotions come to mind - the newness of Billy,’s death, the love poured into every greeting card, mass card, and note left with flowers. I guess I first turned away because I felt I had experienced enough of his absence. But I've learned to take the dive because things are not always as bad as they seem and each one of these cards that I just read the has lifted me up.
So, knowing that there are still some boxes yet to be returned to us here in Florida, maybe you'll understand why the thank you cards aren't already in the mail. Add to that the fact that about two weeks after Dave and I were home from New Jersey I fell and broke my arm. I like to blame it on the dog who wanted to run across the street faster than I could walk, but I was the one who did a not let go of the leash so another reason why thank you cards have not been written. The good news is that I finally found this cool dictation tool that I can use for my computer and maybe now that I don't have to type you may hear more from me.
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