God Help Me…

I started to whittling to take my mind off of Joe. To relax. I whittled this little guy, painted and antiqued it and it looks good (not great or perfect). In my pride, I showed people, and I heard how good it looked. But the reason I started doing this was because I lost him.

I miss him so much. I can’t stop crying. When is this going o get better.


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