Jason has been gone for 2 years, 7 months and 7 days. 950 days I have survived without him. Turns out dying from a broken heart isn’t something that actually happens…although living with one is also impossible…surviving, yes…actually feeling alive…eh.
In just over 2 and a half years of being a widow I have learned a lot…from finances to how to set the clock on the flipping microwave twice a year. Mostly I’ve learned how to survive around the big hole at the center of my universe. How to put on a front that everything is “fine”. I go to work, come home, make sure there’s food in the house, take care of the dogs, pay the bills. All my happiness revolves around my kids. When we are spending time together, my smile and laugh are easier and more real. I count the days until Anna is home from school. Which seems so weird to me since she was always such a Daddy’s Girl. When he was sick and she was at school, he always wanted to know when she would be home…and now I do the same thing.
Relationships are hard. I never had a problem making friends before…and now I struggle to maintain a couple strong ones. I just don’t fit…and it’s exhausting pretending that I do. And so I go quiet…and spend a lot of time alone. Driving in my Bronco wishing it were warmer outside…carrying on whole conversations with my dogs…rearranging the furniture in my house trying to make spaces that feel “good”…buying another plant…trying to escape into a book. And I know I should probably put something on my calendar to look forward to…a trip or vacation…but I have a million excuses not to…PTO, money, kids, dogs…when really I know that a trip without Jason just seems like expensive loneliness in a different location.
Someday
We used to dream about
Someday
The things we would do
Places we would go
Experiences we would enjoy
Together
Hand-in-hand
Side-by-side
Someday
Our kids would be grown
Out on their own
And we would feel so proud
Maybe watch grandbabies
Play in the yard
Someday
Someday
We would travel
White-capped mountains
Salty seas
Trees that touch the sky
And make us feel small
Someday
Someday
We would feel the excitement
Of a tennis Grand Slam
Watch our favorite pros
Dominate the court
Hear the pop of the ball hit the strings
Someday
Someday
The hand holding mine would wrinkle
But the eyes meeting mind would speak
The same timeless story
Of ageless love
And the promise of more
Somedays
Yesterday
Our somedays were stolen
The color bleached from my tomorrows
And I was left alone
Without his hand to hold
Bereft of hopes and dreams of
Someday