Things aren't too exciting around here. DGS is still talking pretty constantly, but it seems quieter without dh here to keep up his end of the conversation with dgs. And last night something was said that made me ask dgd if she missed dh, and she teared up and said yes... and I started crying... and she reached up to hug me and said, "And I know you miss him too..." and that REALLY did me in...
But. I'm okay. DGD and I talked about how he is "safe," (her words) and not hurting anymore, and he is watching over us.
I don't know if that's theologically sound or not -- to think that our loved ones in Heaven are aware of what is happening here on earth or not -- but it IS a comforting thought, so we hold on to it. I think the fact that we are "surrounded by this great cloud of witnesses" gives some evidence that they know... and the Bible also says there is rejoicing in Heaven when a soul is saved. So... I don't know. I've heard good, trusted preachers on both sides of this debate.
DGD went to a birthday party earlier today, and dgs came over. I took a pretty long nap after he got here, because I was (pleasantly) awakened by a preacher friend returning my phone call from yesterday. He was the preacher who baptized me, and one of the three who spoke at my ddad's funeral. I had seen a sermon of his online and just wanted to sorta touch base with him. He is 84 years old now. When he was at our church, he was in his mid-20s.
I've watered some of the indoor plants, and I am fervently hoping for rain because I do NOT want to go out and water outside plants. OTOH, I do want to keep the hydrangea and gardenia alive.
Talked to dmom a couple times today.
Watching the Kentucky Derby, sort of. It's on tv; I'm in and out of that room.