Here we are.
Another 365 days later.
The Earth has made another trip around the Sun since you left.
The shock is gone but I still feel the void.
“They” said it would get easier and that time heals all wounds.
Perhaps they are right. But I think it’s more like you get used to feeling the void.
And chances are “They”- whoever they are- are full of shit anyway.
People are full of opinions and are usually happy to give unsolicited advice.
And 99.98% of the time that unsolicited advice is shitty advice.
I’m doing okay.
Our daughter is doing well. Parenting her by myself was daunting at first but I think I got it figured out. Well, most of the time.
She’s a great kid. She is about to start kindergarten and she keeps busy with dance and swimming. She also played T-Ball last Spring and she will be doing soccer this Fall.
You would be so proud.
It makes me sad that she only has an interpretation of you based on stories about you and photographs. I wonder how much she knows about you. She saw the pictures of you making kissy faces at the baby turtles in Grand Cayman and laughed about it at another time. So she does think about you.
I talk about you often and I let her know that you love her very much.
The cat is still here. He is still cute even though he coughed up a hairball as I type this. But I still love him.
The first year without you was about survival.
The second year was about existing.
This third year has been about living again.
I have made some big life changes.
Moving forward without you is a struggle. For two years I tried to hold onto the life we had together.
But the more time passes, the harder it became.
Shit had to go.
I had to let go of unhealthy relationships. Toxic really.
I have had a lot of shit flung at me. Shit that never would have been flung at me if you were alive.
Because you would have never tolerated it.
Not on this planet. Not on any planet.
As life moves forward, it’s as if you remain frozen in time. I have come to accept that some people can compartmentalize you separately from how they treat me and your daughter. Or how they treated you when you were alive.
Our marriage had its struggles (all marriages do) but I never questioned your loyalty. You never gave me a reason too.
You always had my back.
I miss having you as an ally. At least, in human form.
But I have learned from it. I need people in my life who are loyal and deep and I finally think I have set healthier boundaries.
My only regret is not walking away sooner.
And people can say whatever they want to, or need to, to make themselves feel better. Even if a lot of it is probably shit.
Those people can fuck off.
I say that with love, of course.
Things are almost never what they seem.
I know it wasn’t practical to move forward with “our” dreams. Our dreams are empty without you. I have realized that it’s time to move forward with my dreams.
As time marches forward, I struggle with guilt.
Why do I get to live out my dreams when you can’t?
It’s so unfair.
And then I get scared because what if my dreams make me happy. Then I cycle back to feeling guilty at the idea that I could be happy in a life without you.
And it’s ridiculous because I know, with every fiber of my being, that you want me to be happy.
I am torn between knowing life is short and feeling guilty for living a full life.
You were such a big part of my life but the harsh reality is in my present life, you are no longer an active part of the equation.
That seems harsh but it makes me sad.
Very, very sad.
But we both know that no matter what my life brings in the future, we will always have those 8 years together. The good times and the bad. The Caribbean cruises and the nights at home, binge watching Breaking Bad, The West Wing, and Friday Night Lights.
Nothing can take that away from us.
I will carry them forever.