Peter Bailey: Mare's New Blog

Well...the question I've been asked all day and asked myself is how do I feel about this?  It was the last instrument he held in his wonderfully talented hands and played.  I wish I could say I came home that Friday and I heard this wonderful melodic Chrisitian song blaring from his Line 6 amp, but no...it was Iron Man.  Funny.  The pick is still wedged where he put it that night January 2nd, 2009.  I've not had the heart to remove it. 

I tell the ladies in our "Life after Death" widows group we can't bog ourselves down with earthly things...these things our not our husbands.  I still believe that, but as you must realize I'm not a heavenly body like my husband so my fleshy heart and mind take over and the grieving process starts again with each instrument that is sold.  But this too shall pass.  I know my Peter and he would say...."babydoll...I'm always with you and my spirit will never die, only my body is gone".  As usual he's right and gets the last word. 

Remember...hug, kiss and love on someone today...it does a heart good for both.