This is a Really Real Widow Post.
Sometimes it just hits me.
She’s gone forever.
Sometimes, I’m just answering a question “Who had the biggest impact on who you have become?” and I realize, she’ll never get to experience the person I am now.
Always and Forever, Forever and Always is what we used to say. And for a long time I said we were still Always and Forever, Forever and Always, in a different sort of way.
Today it hit me that she’s also gone, Always and Forever, Forever and Always.
Sometimes, that emptiness in the pit of my stomach feels like it is infinitely deep. Like the tears may never stop coming.
Like, as much as I changed my life for the better after she died, the hole she left behind will never close.
Yesterday I felt like maybe, I wanted to take down the shelf in the house that is still dedicated to her and I. Today I’m glad I didn’t. This ebb and flow of emotions. The waves of grief and moving forward. The desire to leave it in the past and the push of feelings into my present.
I miss her.
Right this moment I’m having a very hard time with the idea that she’s gone, forever.
I miss her touch, I miss her voice, I miss who she was, and I hate that I’ll never know who she would have been.
I hate that she’ll never experience this version of me.
I wonder what she’d think about my new love of pink. I wonder how she’d feel about my love of unicorns and bright colors. I wonder how she’d feel about me sharing everything on Facebook and the blog so freely.
I wonder if I’d even be doing it if she hadn’t died.
I miss her today.
I hate that she left me.
I’m happy with my present life. I don’t want to give it up. I wouldn’t want to make a choice and I’m glad I don’t have to.
But I can’t believe she’s gone, Always and Forever, Forever and Always.