Not much to say...

I got an email from dear Fran checking to see if I were home and mentioning my blog and the lack of any new entries along with her good wishes and prayers. I totally enjoyed being with her for a few days last week. I let her know I was home from the beach and had received many cards from so many friends and family that were just hearing about my sister.

I know that it is hard for some of you to imagine - me not having much to say but honestly - there aren't enough pages for the words that have been going through my head (and heart) these past few weeks or so and they wouldn't be that interesting to anyone else. I just need to work through the different emotions and stages and stop putting it off. I also need to get back to a routine......or is that an oxymoron? Do I take the time to really grieve or do I get back out there............everyone has their own opinions .......

I miss the smell of the coast - the sound of the birds wheeling over the water, the sound of the water lapping against the dock........I miss Ike......I wish I could talk to him right now......

I miss hearing my children's voices in othe other room, I miss Mama and Daddy.......I miss my sister.......