Thursday, February 12, 2015
Another very difficult time of year for many of us widowed people.
Two years ago, Mike came in the door with a delighted grin on his face. He brought me a big box of chocolate from our wonderful local chocolatier, and a new garden hose I’d been wanting, in its own new gift bag he had purchased along with a beautiful card. He was immensely proud of himself that he had made me happy with these small gifts.
Three days later he was dead.
I’ve kept the chocolates in the freezer all this time. Last year I ate a few. They are slightly freezer burned, even though they are tucked inside a ziplock bag, but I don’t care. I will eat a few more this year, and see if they can last another one too.
This next week will be a hard one full of dates I don’t want to think about. And it hasn’t been an easy couple of days around here either, for completely different reasons. A dear friend, the mother of the asthma victim I wrote about a few weeks ago as a matter of fact, was hospitalized as a result of a cascade of her own health problems. When her son called to say it was now she who was on life support, exactly three weeks from when he was there himself, you could have knocked me over with a feather.
So it was another long day of waiting to hear. Another day of rumors of brain damage and “pulling the plug” which is such a heartless way of saying it in my opinion.
Finally they were able to stabilize her enough to fly her to Honolulu where there are personnel and facilities better equipped to deal with it all. We are all still waiting to hear what can be done. We really don’t know.
She and her son were among my husband’s first martial arts students here in Kona and became like family over the years. So many of the other friends and family waiting in the hospital together all knew Mike, and we spent some time reminiscing and telling stories about him too.
But it wasn’t fun. It wasn’t fun at all.
Otherwise my week has been full of work, lunches and dinners with friends, and evenings out to enjoy my new guy’s band. My plate is full, and I am glad of it. Because apparently life is short. Just too damn short.