Actually after Jim was gone it was more like one minute at a time. I cried a lot, got out of bed each morning, went through each day in a daze.
I had friends that rallied around me but my family was scattered, my daughter 100 miles away in one direction and my son 125 miles away in another direction. My one remaining sister was in WV and my one remaining brother was in living close to St. Louis. I was alone.
I had Sandi and Rex next door, my dear friend Jo across the street on the corner who tried to look out for me. My friend Chris was in the nursing home by this time. Annie and Bill (Jim’s best friend) lived just down the street.
It seemed like the winter lasted forever with one snow after another that first few months alone. Neighbors that I barely knew across the side street from me were seeing that my long driveway was plowed.
Sandi was finding a reason to stop by each day on her lunch hour just to see how I was. beth