Monday, July 8, 2019

Onward, Ever Onward!

     Fiorella hung her head in shame when she reread some of her postings from last Christmas, but reviewing them in the cold light of day, she forgives herself. She was sick, her husband was dying, and holidays were stressful. (PS: Fio being Fio, she also made corrections. Better late than never.)
     Looking back over her posts, which are a virtual diary, Fiorella realized that Husband had not been diagnosed with lupus of the lungs until December 30, four days before he died. Up till then, all Fio heard about was pneumonia. Not going to knock the "medical community" for not coming up with the correct diagnosis earlier--apparently lupus is hard to spot.
     So glad that Fiorella recorded the high spots, low spots, and in-between spots at the time, because now, everything is a blur. She'd even forgotten that after Husband died, she'd bought a lonely, left-over Christmas doll at H-E-B. Elspeth sits on a chest in the den now, waiting for when Granddaughter gets to the doll stage.
     But the past is the past and the future is the future so Fiorella must march forward for her children,  herself, and the world. Onward, ever onward!

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