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Trying To Make My Way Home
Thank you for helping me do that.
When my husband passed away my son and I lost more than the man who meant so much to us, but our home, vehicles, and way of life.
We were lucky when my sister allowed us to live with her for a while, but that was a crutch I was hanging onto. It was a way for me to live in my grief and my sister needed her space, so we all went our separate ways.
My son and I ended up in a different state in a rent-controlled apartment. We were out of our environment, and I went straight to work. Throwing myself into work helped me in so many ways.
I also started writing again, a lot. In general, I was doing better because I had to do better.
When my son got old enough to be out on his own, he decided to go back to the area he grew up in. The same place we lived our lives with his father, my husband.
It was easy enough for him to go back, but not so much for me. I must save so I can buy a trustworthy vehicle to get me there. I’m getting older and I would like to be where my son has a home base if he wants and needs it.
That’s where you, the readers, come in.
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