On my Goodreads author profile page, it said “Julie Carter lives in Ohio with her husband…”
Now it just says “Julie Carter lives in Ohio.” I was considering “Julie Carter lives,” but sometimes I wonder.
Steve had illusions about me. I don’t know how, but he did. He thought I was smart and he thought I was strong. I’m neither. But I’m ready.
I’m going to scatter his ashes, maybe this weekend. Scatter those and gather myself.
I’m scared. I feel like a seed ready to crack, and I don’t really know what packet I came out of.
Let’s hope it’s something hardy, preferably with thorns.
What you wrote today moved me. I just wanted you to know that.
best,
Lisa
Those were not illusions. I don’t think strength means you don’t waver.
Thanks to you both. I couldn’t have come so far without support from a lot of different people. I still have a ways to go, so thanks for being here.
Julie, I have not experienced the pain of losing a husband, so I can’t know the depth of your wound, but I can recognize the level of your strength by your ability to see what needs to be done and taking your next step. Even hesitant steps count.
I am thinking of you while you are going through this next part of your journey. Hang onto your husband’s opinion of you-he knew you best.
Sally
Thank you, Sally.
He did know me best, but he never saw me at my worst!
I think, though, that he would have been mostly proud of me. I’m mostly proud of me, too!
Bougainvillea. Hardy, very beautiful, thorny enough to guard enchanted castles.
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