the simple life that means the world

Yesterday, I drove on some country roads that I traveled every week, when I was caring for my mother in Milwaukee.  I was in Port Washington, where I often stopped to buy food and flowers for Mom.

This time was peaceful and beautiful in its own way, not sad anymore.  I saw sheep in a field.  I simply got my hair cut at Cost Cutters, had a veggie salad at Subway, and bought groceries at Sentry.   For me, one aspect about grief and recovery is that simple life means the world.

Blessings, Ellen