How long has it been since my daughters made a lemonade stand with our neighbors?
Author Stacy Feintuch
I woke myself up, brushed my teeth, and put on my handy-dandy readers before I took a look at it again. I refreshed my screen and the updated stats appeared. In the seven minutes since I had last checked, there appeared to be almost another 1,000 views. The number had risen to almost 11,000.
Now that Mother’s Day is over, I dread what comes next. Father’s Day is in just a few weeks. My husband passed away five years ago, and since then it has become the most hated day of the year for my children and me.
When I met them, I had no idea how much I would need them. I am so grateful for these women and their families. Sometimes, I don’t believe that my daughters and I would have survived the hardest moments without them.
The biggest change came from inside myself. I realized that I had been looking for a relationship to rescue me from my grief. Instead, I found my own interests and gained some independence.
As I stared at her email, I thought about my Club Med decision. Back then, I chose the safe route. I let my fear and insecurities take over and I always regretted it. Not this time.
I was in junior high school. A friend had recently introduced me to General Hospital or GH, saying I just had to watch it. Within a week, I was hooked on the soap.
There are many times when I think, “If I had known then…”.