gardens, basements, wine, and doctor who

keeping busy, being distracted, escaping...... these things help.  they do.  the pain is always present.  but i can forget it briefly or numb it for a bit.  i also face the pain.  i cry and scream at God at least once a day...

gardening with the other four loves will be good for us.  fresh air, digging in the dirt, listening to the birds, feeling the sunshine on our face.  busy,busy we shall be...how often will i think of my sweet Nolan?

building a patio from bricks, a diy project for me...more fresh air, the prospect of a lovely place to sit....how often will i think of Nolan as i dig that ten by ten spot?

doctor who, a fun romp into time and space.
... yes, Nolan, I'm thinking of you.

 wine, a glass or a bottle, I'm relaxed, but yes, I'm thinking of you sweet Nolan.

a flooded basement, busy as hell trying to clean it.  pictures of you  old toys, your collections, memories of your hard work, memories of your silliness. busy as hell, time flew by, but yes, i was of you