I hold it true, whatever befall,
I feel it when I sorrow most
Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Tennyson
Week of May 18th, 1981
Often when I feel sad that Daddy has been so afflicted, I remember the many happy years we had together. I'm thankful for the love we had. Today we both walked to 11:00 Mass and met Rosy driving up for us when driving home with Mary Davis. Later we went to Kroger's where I stocked up on large items. Rosy and children are leaving for Lancaster tomorrow. I would not be content if I did not hear from Katy who called in the afternoon.
Life is checkered joy and sadness. Daddy's illness, always visible, is a source of sadness, but I find joy in counting my blessings. I also involve myself in activities which are helpful. Today I cleaned the front porch, no mean task, and was outside on a beautiful May day, reveling and awestruck by works of some higher power. "World's too much with us today." I knew Rosy and children were leaving for Lancaster, happy thought. I was gladdened by a call from Tommy.
This was a signal night for the Ladies Guild, installation of new officers. Since I was relinquishing my duties as secretary of three years, I had planned to be well dressed for the occasion. All during the ceremony I was happy (in my estimation the best dressed). What a small thing to be grateful for. We had dinner in a dingy section of Charleroi Elks, but the climate was a happy one.
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