Oil painting on linen on board (5"x 7") From the archives
"This morning I'm sitting here in a hotel room close to my son, Jason's, home. Yesterday, I ventured out for the three hour drive up here to visit with him and his wife, Tish. We had a nice dinner and good visit last night but I still need to be alone. We'll all get together again before I head back to Naples this afternoon.
I was managing life better than I ever thought I could without Karl but this past Friday and Saturday a black cloud hit me like a ton of bricks and my emotions just went haywire. The tears have come in buckets full and nothing seems to mean anything anymore. I know logically that everything will be ok and work out in time. Faith and actually "the power of now" continues to sustain me.
Please forgive me for not answering so many e-mails and comments. Your words mean so much to me right now but I'm just having a hard time. Does that sound like self pity . . . . I can just hear Karl telling me that. How I miss him."