Post and cemetary visitation

Went to the graveside once again. There was more earth overturned, waiting for yet another body to be burried. We put fresh flowers on Deborah's grave. The birds were once again continuously singing without a care in the world. If only I could learn from them in the sense of trust. Our lives are still raw close to five years after the fact. Friends and foes have abandoned us. Internal spiritual strife continues, as we carry on with our almost seperate lives. Sharing feelings has become a big no no. Many get offended at any and every opportunity. Our aging bodies await further surgeries, such as dental, and knee and hips. It is amazing we are still here. Breathing, and occupying until He comes back for us. Lord it is too long to wait. Another Passover has come and gone. There is no new news under the sun. Tomorrow, a machinist who loves Mustangs will look at Deborah's 79 Mustang Ghia to see if he can restore it. I sure hope he can, and may it make a big impact for the awareness of mental health and suicide.