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?
So good that you know how things are and you let them be rather than resist them. Your words are going to help others you know. Never forget that we are all connected... I feel your pain . I hear your cries. I cannot stop them but I do my best to "be" with you dear friend xx
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?
So good that you know how things are and you let them be rather than resist them. Your words are going to help others you know. Never forget that we are all connected... I feel your pain . I hear your cries. I cannot stop them but I do my best to "be" with you dear friend xx
No wise words I’m afraid. Just always thinking of you xx