This is a Really Real Widow Post.
It’s now Christmas Eve.
Being a few years out from the year of firsts makes things easier, but they still aren’t easy.
I’m living a life I was never meant to have. I’m celebrating holidays I was never meant to celebrate without her. I’m making new traditions that don’t include her.
But her memory is still here, in everything I do.
Holidays, special events, things that are out of the ordinary, will bring her memory into full focus.
I miss her.
When I wake up in the morning, I’ll make a turkey, something I did almost every year, no matter how broke we were. I’ll make the sweet potato souffle that I learned from her mom, one of her favorite things to have each year . . and it became one of my favorites too.
This time of year is hard for me anyway, and then adding the layer of grief, just makes it a little harder.
Grief does that.
What would she have wanted for Christmas this year? Would I have had the money to get it for her?
I can’t remember what I got her the last year she was alive.
I can’t remember what we did for Christmas that year.
So many little memories that just keep fading.
The fear doesn’t fade though.
I made a noise in the bedroom this morning and Wonder Woman didn’t stir. It scared me. I stood perfectly still and made sure I could still see the rise and fall of her chest.
I’m living a life I never thought I would live.
I’m afraid of going through that again.
I’m happy with this life. Even with the widowhood that’s woven through the fabric of everything I do, I’m happy with the life I’m living.
But I miss her.
And I wonder.
Who would she be?
Who would I be?
I don’t have some grand point to this post, no final point that I was leading up to.
I just miss her.
Another holiday in my new normal. No matter how great this new normal is, there will always be that Parker shaped hole that nothing will ever fill.
But, I’ll keep living life around it.