We write about widowhood as we live it. Together we examine the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of life as a widowed person. The views expressed here are those held by each individual author. We take no credit for their brillance; we just provide them with a forum for expressing their widowed journey in words that are uniquely their own.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
I've seen better days
Things aren't awful.
We have everything we need.
Despite weeks of illness of one kind or another, we are basically healthy.
But the longing for my soulmate is as strong as ever.
I think part of my problem is that I never got to say goodbye.
In fact, we'd had a tiff the Friday before as he went to the farm to work for yet another weekend and I was starting a new job on Monday morning and would have really appreciated the moral support / family time / him taking the kids so I could prepare lessons etc. I was so upset that went as far as not getting out of bed to welcome him home at 11:30pm Sunday night when I finally heard his car pull into the driveway.
I am thankful that our tiffs were never big or long-lasting...... I could have remained pissed off at him on the Monday morning, but his tired little face melted me and we held each other for for a few minutes before we went on with the rush of the day.
Then we were making breakfasts and lunches and having our ritual morning family cuddle before Greg drove off to work.
I didn't realise that would be the last time I ever saw him.
Unsurvivable head injuries meant that I took the advice of police, chaplains, morticians, relatives and friends that I shouldn't see him. At the time, I took their advice.
But one thing I wish I had been able to do was to spend time alone with him (even if he was inside the sealed coffin) before the funeral. Nobody watching me in my grief.
I was so self-conscious of the 300+ eyes on me during the service that instead of kissing his coffin like I wanted to, I laid my head briefly on it. I could feel 300 pairs of eyes boring into the back of my head. ....and being an introvert, I couldn't breathe with all those eyes watching me, leave alone watching me at my worst.
I wish I could have spoken to him without those eyes watching me .
If I had a re-run, I would have insisted upon it.
But then again, if I got a re-run, I wouldn't have let him go to work that day.....
So yeah, right now, I've surely seen better days..... but I have also seen much, much worse ones.
...and so I keep plodding on in the hope that the days are better.