AKA "The Writing Woman"
Would one more time have helped? I am once again swamped with regrets for the times I was too wrapped up in other activities (or my exhaustion or sadness and despair) to drop everything and come to you, join you as you lay in bed. But would one more time, one more embrace, one more…
I sit here on a cold dark evening wondering how I got here. How did I come to be a widow, sitting here alone in my quiet living room? Where is my husband? How did he disappear from my life so suddenly? How can I so suddenly be alone with no hopes no dreams no…
I was remembering the first time I really felt that he loved me as much as I loved him. He told me that, as he came home from somewhere and pulled up in front of our apartment, that when he saw my car, it made him happy. It made him excited to see me. He…
Dear Rick, How could I so easily forget the one place that has so much meaning, the place that would be so difficult to return to without you? Home Depot was a huge part of our marriage. It started at Lester’s, when we were planning to buy his house on land contract. We put a…
Rick has been gone three months. In the past two days, I made it through three firsts: I went to get biopsy results alone (uterine cancer scare), I celebrated my birthday, and, of course, Thanksgiving. I have so many things to be thankful for: the biopsy results were good, and my family and friends were…
Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks…
Thoughts on my birthday. I’m feeling so much love from my family and friends. I couldn’t make it without their support. I went alone to get my biopsy results. It was lonely, sitting there all by myself in the doctor’s examining room, waiting to find out if the biopsy results were negative. Rick was always…
Dear Rick, Matt stopped by my desk to discuss hot sauce. He mentioned remembering that Brandon had been saving Taco Bell taco sauce packets at one time. Wow….remember when Brandon saved hot sauce packets and put them in a giant box and wrapped and gave it to you for Christmas? God, that was funny. You…
Rick’s death changed everything. Okay, so I can be extreme… Now if I get some weird bill in the mail or some stressful thing happens, I ask myself, what’s the worst that could happen? The man I love more than anything in the world will die and I will miss him constantly? Oh yeah, that…
Sausage biscuits and bananas… The Alexa shopping list still has items I was going to buy for Rick. Fourteen weeks ago, he died. November 19, 2017