I was getting by. I had everything straightened out. I was being independent.
As the horrible winter passed into spring and my disappointing appointment with the psychologist flopped I got busy with the business of living,
Jim was gone but I was alive and as the months passed, I realized I did want to be alive.
First I tried to volunteer at the library which was 2 blocks from me over the foot bridge across the railroad cut. I was told they didn’t accept volunteers that all of their employees were paid. Oh ,OK, I thought to myself, now I know where part of my tax dollars are going. LOL
I did get to be great friends with the library staff. I established an account online and when the books would come in I would receive an email and I would walk a block to the foot bridge and across to the library.
The foot bridge over the railroad cut that I walked across to get to the library.
My town was small, somewhat over 4,000 people. The only other possibility for volunteering was at the nursing homes. There were 3 nursing homes in town. That in itself would tell a body that my town was filled with old people. The young people moved out the first chance they got.
One of my old neighbors was a resident at one of the nursing homes. I am sad to say that I did not want to volunteer at a nursing home. It was a struggle for me to force myself to visit her but I did because it was the right thing to do.
Even now when I go home to visit my husband’s grave to put flowers on it I make it a point to stop by and see her. beth
