Summer is upon us. June is one of “those months” … reminders. The 9th will be 2-1/2 years that my husband took his last breath and the day I lost a huge piece of my heart . The 16th will be 5 years that we renewed our vows at a surprise anniversary party. The 18th will mark 5 years that we first stepped onto the Island of Oahu in what became our personal glimpse of heaven. The 22nd … we would have been married 23 years.
I am sad. I am happy. Some days I truly feel bipolar with the up and down emotions. But most of all, I am so grateful for what was, for what always will be in my heart. I am a survivor. I am hopeful. I am free from doubt.
Today I stand in front of the mirror and tell myself that I am strong. I have overcome obstacles personally and spiritually that I shouldn’t have had to in my mid 50’s and I know that I am not alone in the space created by death.
I was asked recently “How do you like living alone?” The answer is complex.
I love it for the fact that I am able to do what I want when I want with no accountability to anyone but me. If I want to stay up through the middle of the night and sleep in the next day, there is nothing stopping me. I fix what I want to eat when I want to eat it. There are no rules and I can make them up as I go along. My memories sustain me every day.
The second part of that question is that more than anything, I wish my husband did not die. I wish that appendix cancer did not ravage his body. I wish that there were better treatments so that I could be sitting next to him and deciding together what we would eat, when we would go to bed and what we would do for the day. So, the long and short of it, I love it and I hate it. Once again, up and down in a very bipolar way. Unfortunately there are no medications to help that part. I do believe the future will hold hope for others when surgical cure is not possible.
My purpose in life changes often, but the changes are always purposeful.
My purpose this June is to enjoy my memories and remember the love that always will be.