Another Valentine's Day

This particular blog will be short and sweet, and I know that all of you understand.  It’s night on Valentine’s Day and I’ve spent the past two days determinedly making Love bigger than grief, delivering joy in colorful bouquets of flowers.

I took on a job with a local florist, appropriately named Fairytale Florals, just for this day. I knew I couldn’t let myself languish with my thoughts for the day, so I found a way to bring Love to others. I drove up and down highways and roads in my pink car, waving to people who passed me by, talking to those accepting the delivery.

I wore pink clothes and my warrior goddess boots and dusted my face with shimmer and fairy dust and wore Love amulets and hugged people and gave it everything I had.

And now it’s almost the end of the day on Valentine’s Day and I’m exhausted through and through, having nothing to do with the physical activity and everything to do with my heart hurting from missing Chuck so much, from not being able to just collapse into his embrace and not feel so damned alone.

Our anniversary is Friday.  Much of life is what I like to describe as a clusterfuck, to coin a military term.  It’s always something even though it really isn’t anything other than me being here on this earth alone and it’s a feeling that goes down to my bones.

I will always, always, always, do my best to live the legacy of Love that Chuck left behind for me.  I will breathe for him and share our Love story and push my comfort zones and put myself out there and do whatever I can, as crazy as it might seem to others, just to keep his name and his Love alive.

And I’ll never lie about how hard it is to continue doing so in the face of living this fucking widowhood day after day.


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  • commented 2017-02-15 17:53:15 -0800
    What a lovely thing for you to do, flowers so lift the spirits for the receivers. They will long remember you, I am sure, dressed in your finery with fairy dust. Will be thinking of you on Friday, our anniversary is around the corner too. These important days just keep coming at us, don’t they?