Life goes on, doesn't it?

Seven weeks since my son passed away. My life stopped for a moment. But there's been time to heal. Time to move on. I had been so worried about my other son and he finally came around. We spent a few days together creating a small memorial garden for the son who had died. We painted a bench, put up some decorative fencing, added huge stones, some gravel and a lot of plants. I had previously made fairy gardens in a little red wagon and in a child's sized wheelbarrow and we moved them into the memorial garden. We planted a dozen "forget-me-nots" and then painted a rock that said, "forget-me-not."My son sat on the bench and cried his heart out. We had a private memorial...just the 2 of us. It was all quite healing. And it was good to see my son coming out of his grief.Hubby has been quite compassionate and "normal". Oh - he is having plenty of lows and these days, when he starts to go low, he goes dead white so it's easier to recognize them. He had one today. He didn't give himself any insulin this morning as his sugars were at 110. He had breakfast. But at 2 pm, he was white as a sheet. So we ate. And then he was fine.This just tells me that his glucose is still completely out of control. But at least I recognized it today. His attitude has been in check for the most part. His labs are not good, but they haven't declined in the last 2 months. OK, that's not entirely true. They se...
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