I've titled this new thread in honor of my good friend who is awake and extubated after a successful heart and kidney transplant! That this good man, who has always been a devoted husband and father, will live to enjoy his family and brand new granddaughter is making me very happy today.
And I've also titled it as a reflection of what so many of us go through here. I am in a new, unexpected life. And my heart has definitely changed, oddly more open but at the same time more guarded, if that makes any sense.
Me 52, H53 Bomb drop 9/29/2014 Divorce from XH final 12/17/2014 Marriage #2 12/31/2019 5 adult (step)daughters (3 from XH's first marriage, 2 from current H's previous relationships) 6 grandkids
Focus - I didn't become a musician until my ex left. Then I bought a drum kit and learned to play the drums in a pop-punk cover band. Then my singer-songwriter best friend started asking me to play with her, so now I play glockenspiel, vibraphone, and snare drum for her. (No vibraphone on this tour, its too big and heavy to fly with).
Focus - I didn't become a musician until my ex left. Then I bought a drum kit and learned to play the drums in a pop-punk cover band. Then my singer-songwriter best friend started asking me to play with her, so now I play glockenspiel, vibraphone, and snare drum for her. (No vibraphone on this tour, its too big and heavy to fly with).
