Yesterday while cleaning out a closet, I came across some dried roses hanging from a rod. They were the last roses Bob had given me before he passed away. I took them out and put them on a table. I continued cleaning out the closet to gather items to either donate or throw away. There was a manilla envelope sitting on one of the shelves. I opened it and found some vintage valentine cards that Bob and I had purchased through the years at antique shops. I placed 2 of them next to the roses.
Later in the day, I went into a filing cabinet to look through some papers that I could possibly start shredding. Behind a stack of papers I found the letters Bob had written to me while he was in the military and overseas. I took them out and placed them near the roses and valentine cards.
My last Valentine’s day with Bob was February, 2022. We didn’t do anything special. We just talked and reminisced about our life together and I made us a special meal.
Today, on Valentine’s Day, I’m doing the same thing…reminiscing, remembering, being thankful for the years that I had with Bob and showing love to those that I still have in my life.
Over the past week, I’ve made plans to get some painting done in my home, I’m tackling projects that Bob and I talked about doing together and I sense his smile and can hear his words in my heart too, “I’m proud of you, Nancy. You can do this!”
My son, Michael, brought me a bouquet of flowers today for Valentine’s Day.
A few days ago two of my friends brought over a beautiful Valentine’s Day card and some homemade cookies.
Love came to me this Valentine’s Day. It showed up in unexpected and different ways and through different people.
I still feel Bob’s love. I feel the love of family and friends. I feel God’s love.
I am blessed.
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