Marking milestones, one day at a time

Three months ago, my love died. Today is our seventh wedding anniversary.

I am miserable.

A wicked cold and cough has forced me to rest.

Funny thing though: I am strangely grateful for my physical misery. It distracts me from any emotional misery presently laying low in my soul.

But even between my own hacks, sniffles and snorts, the sads squeeze in.

I miss my love. He should be here. If nothing else, to bring me tea, rub my back and indulge me in my little pity party.

For the bereaved, marking milestones—birthdays, anniversaries and holidays—is a dread-filled exercise. In my short experience as a widow, the anticipation is often worse than the reality.

Distraction and over compensation has been a great (if not especially healthy) strategy for me. If I can’t face the pain of loss at the moment, why not flip the script. Unsolicited advice to my fellow grievers: Whatever you did in the past to celebrate special days with your beloved, is off limits, at least for the first year.

For now, that’s the road I’m taking.

Case in point: My son’s fifth birthday at the beginning of August was on track to be a crazy blow out, something we hadn’t done in the past. Twenty guests were invited, a custom-made Scooby Do cake was ordered and a bouncy castle was in the works. A storm blew in and the big bash was cancelled. We scaled it way down, little man still got loads of gifts and declared it ‘an awesome day.’

So as I mark the third month without Mike on a day that would have been our seventh wedding anniversary, I am going in a new direction—straight back to bed to take care of my tired body.

It’s all good. I’m literally pulling the covers over my head, but it’s exactly what I need.

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4 thoughts on “Marking milestones, one day at a time

  1. Robin – as I sit here at the cancer agency with my own love, awaiting the first of his two appts today followed by a round of chemo (he is still barfing from the chemo last week), I am having a hard time holding back the tears as I read about your pain. I am reminded that I am not the only one who is hurting. I am grieving for you as I envision you surviving this day. I am not happy that you are sick, but I assume you have someone to watch your little man so I am glad you are able to bury your head today. I imagine that is all one can do for some of these occasions…just hide. Probably not healthy to do forever, but in the beginning….yes.

    You are not alone. Not sure if that helps at all, but do remember you are not alone.

  2. I can’t say much, as there just are no words I can think of that will make any of this any easier for you. But I can say that I love that photo you posted. Just the emotion on Mike’s face, plain to see; how utterly sweet. No wonder you miss that man.

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