Why am I always suprised when life changes in an instant? Intellectually I know nothing remains the same, that life is in flux, that there are no guarantees.
My ex-husband died – very unexpectedly – three weeks ago tomorrow. We were married twenty five years. I’m just shocked that he’s gone. So aren’t our children. I’m sad for him and I’m sad for them. 53 is too young to go…or so it seems…
I like to believe everything happens for a reason. This one’s going to take awhile to comprehend.
I am glad for one thing: he was a man that lived his life out loud – and he taught me much about enjoying the moment…
7 Comments
March 12, 2009 at 4:10 am
I’m sorry about your ex. My wife died exactly one year ago, today. Kind of a funky mood that puts me in. You never know what is going to happen, so you need to live everyday like there’s no tomorrow.
Jeff
April 9, 2009 at 12:46 am
it’s been almost a month since i checked here…so…apologies for the delayed response…
a one (or any) year anniversary can’t be any easier than the day life changed dramatically…
wondering if the funky mood ever dissipates…
i’m sorry about your loss too…
April 9, 2009 at 12:51 am
and yeah…live…
one of my favorite memories…smitty loved the sun…would set his hammock up (just so) on a sunny Sunday afternoon…turn on the tunes, a precisely directed fan, the sprinkler (just so), and pour a vodka…
not a bad afternoon
(variations on his theme prevailed…harleys, dogs, kids, pretty ladies, sun, music…in proper proportion and mix…he died young, without doubt, but knew how to enjoy while he was here…not a bad lesson)
April 9, 2009 at 12:58 am
You ought to post more, as you have good talents that should be available to the public. I invest about 15 minutes every day on my blog and about 800 people a day read it.
If you read between the lines of my postings, I have met a new friend who’s the only lady linked on my blog roll and her name starts with an L. She’s a very charming, cultured, and sagacious lady. She’s been helping me with my grief issues.
Jeff
April 9, 2009 at 2:12 am
anyone who can help a sad person thru’grief is especially welcomed at such times though, no?
is it a sign of old age that 15 minutes a day seems challenging to a visual person that has always found difficulty in words?
how are the waves? :0
April 9, 2009 at 2:20 am
Yeah, the 15 minutes can be tough and I have a formula for dealing with that. At 9PM exactly, I put on my favorite opera or classical piece, and pour myself an Irish Coffee, and then I write a post. Even a long post can come quickly when you’re motivated.
As for the waves, here’s a post from a week ago…..you be the judge.
http://masteroftheuniverse.wordpress.com/2009/03/29/weekends-can-be-so-much-fun/
Jeff
April 9, 2009 at 2:33 am
sounds beautiful…fun/..relaxing..exactly where you should be. and about time, no? good for you..
and encouraging for me :0