Days After the Funeral

These days have been hard on Guy and I both. We have searched for answers with nothing to ease the pain. My stomach felt like I had been run over by a truck and my chest feeling like a huge pressure pushing in to the point the hurt could not be any more painful. We also had to go through many papers of his and found out through these papers of how charitable he was to people. Sometimes we would smile as if the sun was shining bright in our souls but then something would come over us and it might only be a word or two or how it was said and our insides was burning from a heavy torch piercing our bodies. I was watching TV and an ad was advertising Mother's Day coming up and these tears from nowhere was making it very hard to see and then the rumbling of the body inside seemed to be an earthquake and it was splitting in many different directions. A call maybe come in by that time by a loved one like Linsay or Audrey and I would laugh for a minute or two. Painting seemed to help but having to call about monuments and so forth I would get back in the depressive mode. Guy and I will never get over this but maybe the healing may come but right now it seems like it is sticking with us. I keep visioning the last time we seen Ken leaving for Indy. I found out that he had moved which he didn't tell me. I found out online. He said a friend with a family of three had lost his house do to this economy and he didn't like his housse anyway so he let him move in and he moved into an apartment. I asked if he was charging him rent. He said he didn't have a job and let him stay rent free until he gets on his feet. Something like that happened to me when Guy was drafted by mistake in the Army and the landlady didn't charge me rent until he got out. I'm glad Ken had the heart he had and he will be missed by everyone that has met him.