04/14/2019: Three Months
Three months. Feels like yesterday, feels like forever. 💔
the journey of a widow
Three months. Feels like yesterday, feels like forever. 💔
Every year, just about the time when I couldn’t stand another day of winter, he’d appear with a small stem or two of snowdrops. “Look,” he’d say, “it’s the first flower of spring, summer is on its way.” He’d done this every year I’d known him and when we moved to this house 15 years ago, he transplanted a patch of them from our old house. I hated winter and any sign of spring was encouraging. I remembered this annual tradition earlier today, and was instantly sorrowful, certain I’d missed the bloom time. Generally there’s still snow on the ground…
I don’t really know what to post anymore. I have no witty memes, pictures to share or announcements that need made. My latest achievement was that I slept without a light on for the first time last night. On the flip side, my short term memory is like a sieve, sometimes I have a hard time finishing a complete sentence because I don’t remember what I was saying. I’ve been to the grocery store twice and cried both times. I kept automatically throwing things in the cart that he usually cooked, only to have to return it to the shelf,…
Tomorrow will be one month since you’ve gone. And valentine’s day. I’d wait until tomorrow to write this, but I don’t think I’ll be able to. Remember how much fun we’d make of people who wrote FB posts to people who had passed? We were pretty sure heaven didn’t have Facebook. I get it now, though. Remember the time when we bought each other the same exact card from completely different stores? That was weird. But then, so were we. Of course, that was before we’d decided that Valentine’s Day was invented by Hallmark and limited our celebrating until Feb…
Thank you to everyone who reached out, commented here, telephoned, etc. I’m sure you’ll understand that I’m unable to respond to each of you personally, but rest assured, I have read every word. Multiple times. In those first days, in the middle of the night, when I was awake, I read the posts and comments over and over because they gave me great comfort. I read Dwight’s FB timeline from the very beginning and it brought back some good memories; for the first time I’m actually *thankful* for social media. Life is so strange and different right now, I’m trying…
It is with great sadness that I share this news. The love of my life, Dwight Newton, has passed away.