This is a Really Real . . .Something? . . . Post.
But no matter what the subject is, it’s Really Real.
You should all know by now that I check Facebook memories and Timehop every single day, without fail. It lets me see how far I’ve come, lets me see the amazing things I’ve done with Wonder Woman and Kidlet and Batwoman, and before that it shows me little gifts in the forms of messages left behind on my wall to and from Parker.
A year ago I was in a partial hospitalization program. I was in a severe mixed mood episode, was both suicidal and manic. Wonder Woman had been staying with me for 2 months but was officially moving her stuff in.
Now, a year later, I’m reading those posts and remembering when we first moved Wonder Woman’s bed into the house and got rid of mine. Remembering all of my stress over the moving happening too fast and not fast enough. Wanting her stuff here now but holy shit her stuff is invading my space and changing the way I live.
It all feels like it’s from another lifetime.
It’s only been a year but it feels like she’s been here forever.
I can’t imagine this house without her shoes (so many shoes) all over the floor in the living room.
I can’t imagine not knowing the recipes I’ve learned to cook because it’s food she likes.
I can’t imagine coming home and not seeing Trillian (her sweet kitty) in the tub.
I can’t imagine waking up or going to bed without cuddles, almost every single time.
So many cuddles.
But at the same time, I absolutely can imagine the day that this all goes away.
I have, almost the benefit, of knowing that life can change in an instant.
Sorry friends, this is where the sweet sappy post gets grim and dark.
I still check her breathing, I still panic when she’s late, I still wonder who I would call, I still wonder if they would know to call me if she wasn’t home.
I almost can’t imagine a day that she wasn’t here but at the same time I’m constantly aware that any day this could all be taken away.
But I try, so hard, not to live like I know, while always living like I know.
The benefit to widowhood is that I appreciate all of those little things that I mentioned before. I even appreciate things that would have annoyed me in life before death.
I wish everyone could learn the lessons without the loss.
What can you be more appreciative of?
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I could do with being more appreciative of my family. I push them away when I’m depressed, but they still stick around.
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Family is hard. I take mine for granted far more often than I like to admit.
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