This is a Really Real Widow Post.
I’ve been watching the clock all day.
“It isn’t really bothering me this year.”
Watching as the hours tick closer to my wedding anniversary with my late wife.
“I barely even remembered.”
My stomach is in knots.
“Grief really is getting easier, these dates aren’t a big deal at all.”
I keep glancing at the clock.
“I’m doing so much better than I did last year.”
I feel like “better” is supposed to be the goal.
I spend so much time telling people that you never get over something like this, but I still expect myself to get over it.
And it does consume less of my time. It consumes less of my thoughts. I have gotten better. I have moved forward.
But sometimes, like on the eve of my wedding anniversary, it’s still hard.
And I’m not even quite sure what’s hard about it. I’m happy. I’m not missing her any more than the normal amount (which is always a lot). I’m “living my best life.” I’m oh so happily engaged. In the grand scheme of things, this is just another day.
Just another day that she’s not here.
Just like yesterday.
Just like tomorrow.
I don’t know why these kind of days hit me so hard, at a gut level, even when I don’t feel sad about them. It just grabs me, from somewhere deep inside.
It’s that reminder, that no matter what other titles I take on, I will always carry the title of widow.