AKA "The Writing Woman"
I was looking for a picture of Rick cooking to go with a blog post. I came across several pictures from Weeki Wachee. We stayed at a motel, loved it, and Rick went to the park to cook food while I worked during the day. I knew we had some shots of us at the…
Dear Rick, I watched Danielle this morning – your job. I got up at 6:30am and, while she watched TV, I went into your office and uploaded MFTH blog pictures – your job. I drove Danielle to school – your job. As I was driving down Harrison, I thought how odd it was, this strange…
It’s noon and I’m hungry so I went to find food. I thought I’d take out some frozen chicken and maybe make a stir-fry for dinner. I found 2 frozen chicken breasts and what looks like frozen steaks. Then I found 2 larger bags, with big cuts of some kind of meat. I thought, this…
Dear Rick, There are so many things that I wish you were here for. I think you would have been pleased to see me out with Cindy and the kids the other night. I think you would be happy that we are doing Thanksgiving together this year, even though you are gone. They are and…
Dear Rick, I was taking a quick break to read emails between projects at work. One email was about SAE logo merchandise for sale. I was browsing through the shirts and suddenly flashed back to Florida – you and I in a Walmart. You were buying two or three of those silky zip-up shirts that…
Dear Rick, Twelve weeks. This is the longest we’ve been apart since the night we met. How can I go on without you? I thought the pain might be getting better…that the hole in my heart would start to heal. Scar over. It’s not happening. It’s getting worse. Another Sunday morning without you – what…
“A man will never love a woman as much as a woman loves a man.” – A quote from my mother after one of my boyfriends left me when I was in my early twenties. If my mom were here now, I’d tell her how wrong she was. Richard Kevin Palmer loved me as much…
Our House Crosby, Stills & Nash, 1970 I heard this song on the radio yesterday. Of course, I cried. I remember dancing with you in the kitchen when the song came on. I was so happy that we had our perfect life in our perfect house. But then I remembered earlier, before we met. I…
Dear Rick, We were in a world of our own, a perfect world we created together. Perfect. We jealously guarded the world, only letting in close family members. Only going to a few social events if they really struck our fancy. Otherwise, our home, our car, our forays to diners and restaurants were solo. They…
OCTOBER 23 Grief Meditation “Why not” is a slogan for an interesting life. —MASON COOLEY At first our energy is absorbed in doing the necessary things—making arrangements, speaking with those who come to console us. After the immediate hubbub is over, we are probably exhausted. Then, when some strength to do “optional things” begins to…