I retired in June and we took a trip to see Richard’s family in July. Then I got back and my old boss needed help, so as soon as my 90 days were up, I started working part time for her. She has hired a young lady for my position now, so things are slowing down for them. Between all that we had the girls’ birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas and overseeing the building of our new house. So I guess I can slow down, once we get settled.
We “retired” from our music ministry at our old church and we are looking forward to “sitting in the pews” for a spell before we get back into something. We have been doing the music or 22 years and I feel like I need a little rest from that. I need a small sabbatical I think.
This move has been more than emotionally draining for me and for Richard. I have cried more than I can tell you. Our son came for a last visit to the house this weekend, and he went through the attic and found some of his things. It was a big help to have him go through that stuff, but he found a note from his little sister, and I could not bring myself to read it. It is still stabbingly painful for me. I know Lauren would want us to be closer to her brother- not just for the kids, but for us too. We have no family where we live currently, and that makes you feel so isolated. It is an undertaking for our son to drag his whole family out to us and the same for us. It’s not really that far, but just far enough to be annoying as I always say.
The area we are moving to is beautiful and about an hour from the kids. We will be able to help with them a lot more now that we are going to be closer. The church here is beautiful and the people there are very friendly. We have spent some time in the community and I think it is going to be a good fit for us.
This is the year I turn 64. Maybe I will have slowed down a bit when I get there.
