One day at a time

Though my husband is no longer here, I still catch myself looking over at his chair to see how he is doing.

Lucky for me, we raised a great family and I know our four and our extended family will be there for me.

Today I catch myself looking at the mailbox checking for delivery. I forget it’s a holiday, Martin Luther, King Day.

It will be another twenty-four hours before I have to walk out to our mailbox. Today, it’s only a visit to our chickens.

Thankfully I don’t have to shovel the snow away. So many helpful people are looking after me.

Susan Manzke