I’m doing ok. I get up every morning, work, walk, do chores, talk on the phone and always take a little time to just be me. I know that Chris would want me to move forward. He knew I had a lot to give to others and enjoyed a full life. He was a widower when we met so he knew the loneliness and emotions of losing a spouse. Certainly he would want me to continue to live a fulfilling life. I’ve been doing some work at the house and got some new furniture which helps me know that life continues. Chris memory is still in every space and breathe of my home and my heart.
Grief is a funny thing though. You seem to be doing fine and the times that you suspect will be rough aren’t but when you’re driving past the diner on a Friday night that you got fish & chips take out last year during the pandemic and you had to slow down to let someone pull into the parking lot, you start bawling. I was also fine at Thanksgiving – which was bittersweet because how many widows have Tgiving dinner cooked for them by their 85 year old parents? But two days after Thanksgiving I was getting ski equipment out and when I pulled Chris’s boot bag out, the memories of our ski times together overwhelmed me and I had to have a hard cry.
I continue to be overwhelmed by the continued support from friends and family. During the week of Thanksgiving, Chris’s close friends called to say hello, and my friends all reached out to me, knowing that I was having another ”First.” It amazes me how the littlest gesture can make you feel loved.
So, December. Chris’s birthday is coming. I’m going to Boston to a concert with friends who bought the tickets a long time ago, not knowing it was Chris’s birthday. Next week I’m going to see Earth Wind & Fire who was Chris’s favorite band and we saw them together half a dozen times. Christmas Eve was Chris’s night to shine as he celebrated the Italian Seven Fishes. And he loved all the spiritual feelings of Christmas. And Dammit, he gave the best gifts.
Wishing all of you a good holiday season, and if you are dealing with grief, feel it through. I find that is the best way to handle my grief.