It keeps on happening, when Doc was ill I stayed home with him and didn’t go out to my groups but he insisted I should always go to the community house on Wednesdays for sewing and craft. He’d tell me he was ok, (he wasn’t) and knew I was not far away should he need to call me (he didn’t), and that I needed to be with my girlfriends and have time to myself (I did). So resolutely I swallowed the tears, put on a smile and a brave face and went to sewing group, dreading what I might find when I got home.
This continued for two years even through hospital stays. Then ultimately the end came.... 8.08am Wednesday 30th September 2015.
To this day Wednesdays are mine, I wake each Wednesday and remember holding him in my arms as he gently left me. I touch my memorial tattoo, thank him for the love he gave me for 26 years and go to sewing as he always insisted.
One day down the track you will handle Wednesdays much as I do, with love and remembrance of the beautiful man who had other things to do in another place.
Looks like Wednesdays will become your letter day?
Thank you so much for sharing your 'Wednesday' experience here. There really is not a day that goes by we're not touched in some way by the experience of sharing our love and lives with our soulmates. Even when it hurts it's still such a privilege.
Oh Sandra, Sandra, Sandra!
It keeps on happening, when Doc was ill I stayed home with him and didn’t go out to my groups but he insisted I should always go to the community house on Wednesdays for sewing and craft. He’d tell me he was ok, (he wasn’t) and knew I was not far away should he need to call me (he didn’t), and that I needed to be with my girlfriends and have time to myself (I did). So resolutely I swallowed the tears, put on a smile and a brave face and went to sewing group, dreading what I might find when I got home.
This continued for two years even through hospital stays. Then ultimately the end came.... 8.08am Wednesday 30th September 2015.
To this day Wednesdays are mine, I wake each Wednesday and remember holding him in my arms as he gently left me. I touch my memorial tattoo, thank him for the love he gave me for 26 years and go to sewing as he always insisted.
One day down the track you will handle Wednesdays much as I do, with love and remembrance of the beautiful man who had other things to do in another place.
Looks like Wednesdays will become your letter day?
Dear Paula,
Thank you so much for sharing your 'Wednesday' experience here. There really is not a day that goes by we're not touched in some way by the experience of sharing our love and lives with our soulmates. Even when it hurts it's still such a privilege.
All my love,
Sandra. Xx
No wise words I’m afraid. Just always thinking of you xx
My lovely Renee... thank you... it's lovely that you are here with me. Xx Xx
My beautiful friend Denyse... thank you... I do feel you with me. Xx Xx Xx