
I think the question is wrong. It’s not IF we spend time in the past, but HOW we spend it. Are we grateful or regretful? Do we cherish the moments we had with loved ones, or do we still mourn even if decades have passed?

I think the question is wrong. It’s not IF we spend time in the past, but HOW we spend it. Are we grateful or regretful? Do we cherish the moments we had with loved ones, or do we still mourn even if decades have passed?

Marriage advise! Haven’t I read them all and guess what? It’s a miracle my husband and I are still happily married because the way it seems we did everything wrong a couple can do wrong.
What did we have in common when we met? Nothing at first glance, we didn’t even speak the same language. He didn’t understand German or the Austrian dialect I spoke, and my English was almost non-existing. We came from different continents and different backgrounds. We didn’t have the same traditions -not even the food we cooked and ate was the same. We could have not been more different, yet, somehow we complete each other in a way that cannot easily be explained.

Today in the morning we celebrated his 1st BAB (Birthday after bypass), the first of hopefully many more to come.
Last year right about the same time I am writing this, I was hiding in the chapel of the hospital, which amused a lot of people for months. No, the sky did not fall down on me, neither was I hit by lightning. It simply was the quietest place I could find, far away from nurses and doctors I was able to listen to music during a long time of waiting.

I watched my husband texting in snail speed -due to the one-finger-search-system he uses on any keyboard- and so I interfered. Helpful, as only loving spouses can be, I showed him the little microphone on his phone, and asked him to use it.