It's Been A Year Since

Randy died.  What a strange year, full of extreme changes in my life, it has been.  I'm still quite numb, and still slowly finding my way in a new landscape.  I am beyond grateful for all of the loving support I've received over this year, debts that can never be repaid. 

Marlee and I are well.  Needless to say, I don't know how I would have made it without my Marlee.  She has been, and is, my main anchor.  She keeps me from drifting totally away on these seas of uncertainty.  What does one do without a little four-legged to keep one on some sort of daily routine?  She is definitely a creature of habit. 

I still have my love of fabric, but I haven't been able to focus long enough to really do anything with it.  I still pick up pieces, and lay them down again.  I hope to be able to gradually find my way back to playing in the fabric.

It's unbelievable to me that we are heading into Spring 2020.  We are having 60s temperatures all of this week, and the Daffodils and Forsythia are in bloom.  I'm focused on embracing each day as it comes, one day at a time...