One of the things I started after Michael died was our "Date Nights".
It usually consists of a movie and a five course dinner with wine pairings throughout it.
It's amazing. From "Birds" to all three "Lord of the Ring" to "Chocolat" I sit there with an empty set next to me and savor every moment.
.... which really isn't newsworthy (or blog-worthy) in and of itself.
But I think that all of you will understand why I felt the need to write about it .... and to show it to you:
I'm sitting here, Sunday night, and watching the old Steven Spielberg film, Always. It's one of those films we widowed people try to avoid, especially in the first year. I'm not in my first year, more like at 22 months, but who's counting.Read more
Okay, I should re-phrase....torture, painful, unbearable and hard to imagine surviving even a day.
that's a question
i used to get asked
a lot in my previous life,
(you know, the one before my wife died)
.... like this picture of Jim .... no longer make me cry.
Well, the majority of the time.
There are always "one of those days/weeks", but they are few and far between now.
Last night I tucked in G for a second time. He was struggling to sleep after a large plate of this yummy cake. I lay down next to him on the air mattress which has been his bed for the past few nights (we're in the UK on vacation and staying with friends for the weekend). I pushed his hair back from his forehead and whispered to him the story of his birth.Read more
I just returned from a camping trip with my brother and his family. It was at one of those family RV resorts, where everyone is parked next to each other, row after row. There were activities galore all weekend long, and lots of happy couples, excited kids, proud grandparents, and me.Read more
She said “Well, at least you got to say good-bye.”
Anger rises in me because I see her comment as one of those my-situation-is-worse-than-yours comments.
Anger because she wants to beat me to the bottom, to claim more grief, more anger, more despondency than me.