It's not all bad. There is good amid all my days. Late into Frank's illness, we decided that we would put our American flag outside our front door on our "good" days. It was a sign to all who passed, in car or on foot, that we were home, healthy and happy. And that visitors could stop by. There also were plenty of days when we didn't put the flag out, because Frank was having a bad day.
For most of the first 100 days, when I was home, I didn't put the flag out. I just didn't feel like having drop-ins, or talking about my new life, or my old life, either.
But, I can put the flag out again. It doesn't mean that I'm in the happiest of moods or times. It just means that -- I'm okay, and I would invite you in, if you knocked on my door.
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