[copied from the Caring Bridge site]
It’s been an interesting couple of days. The holiday blues haven’t really hit just yet because we decided not to celebrate Thanksgiving until tomorrow due to work schedules. But I did go shopping at Wal-Mart the other day, by myself. That was one of the places where Dan and I got some family time. Strange, I’m sure, but shopping was a regular event anyway, why not make it a time to spend together. Sometimes we would take the kids out to eat, sometimes we would fight with them to be good and quit their whining, sometimes we would get to hold hands as they were actually being good. Most of the time it was just a great chance to talk, catch up on each others thoughts, and make memories. Anyway, so there I was in a familiar place even though I wasn’t in Clarksburg anymore, with all the Christmas decorations and presents all over everywhere and I’m wondering just what I should have gotten Dan for Christmas this year. I told him that I wanted to get him a sawmill and give it to him piece by piece throughout the month of December. I wanted to wrap up a couple of bolts for him to open the first night, maybe the motor the next night, some switches the next night, a wheel another night, his hammer and various other tools, etc . . . He laughed at me and thought it would be great fun to get a present like that, and a great way to spend Christmas day . .putting all that stuff together with the kids.
Guess I don’t need to worry about any of that. He’s got everything he could ever want or desire. His favorite thing to say about Heaven was “who cares about gold, it’s just pavement”. We did both agree that if living in Heaven was all about living in a city, then we weren’t much interested. I hope he’s got an ideal spot.
It was a painful time, but i did manage to get through Wal-Mart without breaking down and crying and embarrassing myself in front of hundreds of people who have no idea what I’m going through and most of which wouldn’t even care. Another first down, only about a hundred thousand more to go. God got me through that one, I’m betting He’ll stick around for the rest.