Bedsheets, Duct Tape and Hockey Sticks

I’m sitting in Mike’s spot at the kitchen table.

Wondering how to put my love for this man into words.

As I’m sitting here,

I can’t help but notice that he’s everywhere in this house.

Once upon a time, he sat in this same chair I’m sitting on now.

 

I notice that my elbow is on the table and I am cupping my cheek in my hand

-exactly like Mike used to do as he sat here, occupying this very same spot.

I remember his wine glass used to be where mine is right now.

There are echoes of him everywhere.

 

 

 

 

 

I see him on his iPad, reading his emails.

I see his things placed neatly beside him;

And, like always, there is order at his “work station”.

His phone is precisely positioned beside his glasses case.

In my mind they lay casually on the table like a hundred times before.

 

I walk into the room and I see him take off his glasses.

I see his broad fingers slowly fold in the arms of his worn glasses

And, he gently lays them neatly in their case, like he always does.

 

He looks at me.

He always looks at me like I take his breath away.

I know I did.

Mike was so in love.

And, so was I.

I still am...

 

In my mind,

I often see him filling his glass with his trademark ice cubes.

I can see him standing at the fridge. 

I know exactly how his pants rest on his hips.

I know how he wears his belt.

I know how his little butt fills out the pockets of his Diesel jeans.

I know how his soft, worn Guess jeans comfortably rest on his feet

Just above his perfectly aged Birkenstocks.

I know how Mike uses the inside of his wrists

to casually pull up the waist of his pants as he stands talking to me.

I know exactly how he stood. 

I know his posture like it is my own.

 

I see his hands on the freezer door. 

Sometimes I run my fingers along the handle of the freezer

Because I want my fingers to trace where his once were.

I see him walking down the stairs.

I know how he positions his feet on the stairs.

I know the sound of his feet when they land on the carpet.

I know the angle at which his knees bend,

And, still can see how he holds the bannister in his hand.

 

I can hear him humming as he walks. 

I know the tune of his hum and I could pick it out on any street, anywhere in the world.

 

Sometimes remembering these simple things takes my breath away.

And, the thought of someday not being able to remember these fine,

intimate details also takes my breath away.

 

When I stand outside I can see Mike come out the back door. 

On sunny days, I see him with a tray of steaks to BBQ with the boys. 

At nighttime, I look at the back door and I imagine he walks through it,

In my mind, he comes outside to sit with me and talk under the stars,

Just like he has so many nights before. 

 

When I look at the hedges I remember Mike trimming them on a hot afternoon.

And, when I make my bed every morning,

I see him on his side pulling up the sheets with me.

 

As I come around the corner I hear him say “Hey Beautiful”

Just like he said to me a thousand times before.

When I glance at the couch I hear his voice saying “Come here Baby, let’s just relax”.

 

I’ve look through the window as my son mows the lawn,

And, I see him carefully wrap the cord around his hand and elbow,

The way Mike showed him to. 

In the basement, sometimes I stop and hold my breath

I see the Fort that Mike built for my youngest son

Using bedsheets, duct tape and hockey sticks. 

The Fort is long gone.

Everything has been put away. 

But, still, he is everywhere. 

 

~Staci

 

 


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  • Staci Sulin
    commented 2019-07-04 15:54:44 -0700
    Bonnie, Those of us in this community hold space for each other in our hearts. Stay the course, thankfully, tough days come to an end and we try again tomorrow. ~S.
  • Bonnie Rozean
    commented 2019-06-18 16:57:58 -0700
    Yes,I can say the same about my lovely husband of nearly 44 years. The last 8 years of our marriage we were pinching ourselves. Nothing extravagant, simple pleasures of one another’s company. How I cherished that & miss it so dearly now. Some days I think this pain will swallow me hole & some days I wish it would. Having a particularly bad day today. My internet was down all day & my livelihood depends on having internet. Jeff took care of all that for me so today I was way in over my head. It has been resolved successfully but I am exhausted & emotional. Just another reality of life without him. Thanks for letting me share. Bonnie
  • Staci Sulin
    commented 2019-06-18 09:53:15 -0700
    Bonnie, It was a beautiful life. It was more than I ever dreamed life could be.
    I am a better woman for knowing him, for loving him and being loved by him.
    ~S.
  • Staci Sulin
    commented 2019-06-18 09:51:54 -0700
    Ron, I thank you for your continued readership of my blogs.
  • Bonnie Rozean
    commented 2019-06-17 20:35:01 -0700
    This is so beautiful. Thank you.
  • Ron Marro
    commented 2019-06-17 15:34:10 -0700
    I love the way you write and put into words the thoughts and feelings I just can’t get out. ♥️