Today was my husband's funeral. It was a lovely Catholic funeral mass in the church, followed by interment at Our Lady of the Rosary cemetery in Georgetown, Tx--a beautiful cemetery with wildflowers, lovely headstones of all types, and windchimes everywhere, and wooded paths to walk along.
Many wonderful friends came--my beloved friends from Church who have walked this journey with us, and Robert's ham radio buddies. Also, his two grown kids from his previous relationship, grandkids, and my 3 boys.
We were all brokenhearted to lose such a wonderful, gentle, caring, unselfish soul. A man who did everything he could to the very last for his family, though disabled, and who tried his best to help in any way he could. Though I had him only 15 years, they were the most blessed years of my life.
I don't know who I am now.
I'm not a "Catholic wife and mother" anymore.
I haven't worked in years and have many health issues that may prevent that.
My son has Asperger's syndrome---something that requires two parents at a minimum, and for which I am ill equipped emotionally to deal with right now--but that's another post for another day.
AT any rate, I was blessed today to have so many who cared for me come out--even many old friends I had not seen in over ten years.
I will miss my Robert with all my heart. The sky weeps for him as well today.