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Showing posts from July, 2014

Love When You Can, Cry When You Have To, Be Who You Must-That's A Part Of The Plan

A year ago, I thought that my head would explode if I didn't write down or talk about what I was thinking and how I felt.  Lately though, I've felt almost the opposite-that other people's heads will explode if I say what's on my mind.  And since yesterday was the second anniversary of the day I first thought to myself, "Wow, I'm a widow now..." I tried to think of where I was then, where I am now, and what I've taken from this experience.  Here's what I've come up with so far:

IT'S NOT MY FAULT. Right after Wingman died, a couple of people made me think that his death was in part, my responsibility if not in fact, my fault.  I've learned through rudimentary counseling that what it all comes down to is that we are just not powerful enough to control someone else's destiny, even if that destiny is death.
THERE ARE TIMES WHEN I'LL ALWAYS MISS HIM. Hearing a song at work, watching kids with their dads on the little league field near …