I think about the challenge it is to have a long term relationship end. In my case it was my husband’s death, for others it may be divorce. But loss is loss, and who’s to say how it should be, what one should feel, how one will cope. The thing is managing the memories. Memories that weave through families: in children, in places, in events. They are invisible, those ties, strands of emotion that can tangle you up before you know it.
I was worried after Kevin died that I would forget. Forget the times we shared, the life we led, his voice, his laugh, his presence. I realize now that I will never forget. The ties are just too strong. I’ve mentioned before that I hear him in my head, and I do. Sometimes not loud enough, sometimes too loud. Just like in life. Last night I had a dream and I woke up knowing he had told me to do something. But I couldn’t remember what it was he told me to do. If it was important then I suspect that he’ll be back to remind me tonight. I’d better put paper and pen beside the bed because I don’t want to piss him off by forgetting again! (It’s humour folks, I’m not losing it.)
These next couple of weeks will be tough ones. Our anniversary on the 24th, his death on the 29th. I find myself flashing back and forth between the present and the past. Unavoidably. I never would have ever thought he would have been my past, that wasn’t the deal, and yet now he is. But he is still my future, because life with him made me who I am, because I will always know how he thought and what he felt. Because the lives he and I created together continue to grow, more grandbabies – twins. Because he would have loved that. So I send you my love Kevin, and I say: ‘How I wish, how I wish you were here….’