It has been a tough week, this anniversary of My Love's death.
Tough because of the impending feeling of doom,
tough because of all the well-wishers who have been calling
or emailing, and tough because this year the fog has lifted
and I am in full realization of what I lost.
And I know that I have much that I should be thankful for.
Yet I just can't bring myself to feel thankful. Not right now.
It is so tough for me, as I am mostly a positive person,
to feel so down and negative. At least I know that this state is temporary,
that I'll pull up out of it after this time passes.
I find that when I get an email or phone call, or someone stops me
to say that they are thinking about me at this difficult time,
it's very hard not to get weepy. I'm grateful that they remember the date,
but I'm even more grateful that they remember at all.
Actually I'm a little shocked when they remember the date.
So every time it happens it is a surprise. And I'm grateful that they remember,
and hopeful that it is My Love that they are thinking of and remembering, not me.
I yearn for death, for relief from these feelings,
for either endless sleep or wondrous re-uniting with My Love.
I know that I cannot stand still while I wait,
and there are many adventures and duties that remain for me.
I am glad that my years of stasis are over
and I'm starting to make changes. Yet on this anniversary week,
with the pumpkins and changing leaves, the chill in the air,
the smell of mold and earth, my heart breaks for the day that I lost My Darling, My Love.