An hour or so ago, I went into the second bedroom/office to find Len’s cellphone. I had found enough courage to switch it on, and go to his Facebook page. It wasn’t on his desk, and I felt sure that is where I would have put it, when he stopped eating, and drinking.
I took everything off the desk, with no joy, and then went through every box of his stuff from the living area, that I put there. There were 4 coffee tables of stuff, the floor around his recliner, and also around his side of the loveseat recliner. There were 5 or 6 boxes, and I went through every one of them. No joy.
I then came out into the living area, and apart from his urn, cards, flowers, landline, torch, and sanitizer, nothing else. I am now feeling the anxiety rising in me.
When I had spent 4 hours looking for his wallet, I went to bed, and talked to Len, and the Lord. I went through the last time I remembered seeing it, and found it in the leather pouch with all the things I took to the Cremation and Funeral home.
So I came out, looked up, and asked Len for his help. I looked again around the living room, and my eyes went over to the bookcase. I bent down, and it was on top of some of the books, with it’s charger. I have always been a believer, but my love of Len, and the Lord, is growing stronger every day.