I’m somewhat surprised I’m not more emotional this week.
Mother’s Day 2015.
Alone-ish. I was with someone I love in the morning… a lovely snuggle and time together. He wished me happy Mother’s Day.
My kids got up. My oldest-at-home made me breakfast. No cards, no big to-do, just a simple breakfast, a hug and a lot of love from all my kids.
I miss the time and effort that was put in before.
And then Thursday morning.
Mark was an avid fisherman. Loved everything to do with fly-fishing. Loved watching shows. Loved doing it. Was going to teach me how the summer he died.
One of his favourite shows was “Sport Fishing On the Fly”
And then I saw this:
And the host. And there was this instantaneous “OMG-I-HAVE-TO-TELL-MARK-FUCK-HE’S-DEAD” punch in the gut.
And right there… at the gas station… grief storm hits.
Crying on the way to work. Big ugly sobbing tears. Wishing I could talk to *someone* about it.
But really? Who gets it? Who understands? Who would be able/willing to just let me lean into them… and be loved while I cried it out?
It’s been close to 3 years. Specifically it’s been 3 years less 40 days.
I get things like… “why do you still grieve so hard?” and “shouldn’t you be moving forward?”
So who do I talk to? How do I tell someone that a fucking BOAT reduced me to tears?
I don’t even want to talk. I just want to be wrapped up in his arms and cry until I’ve cried out and then move on with my day.
Instead… I cried my way to work… cleaned up my tears… put on more make up… and went in and smiled a lot.
And in 2 days… 2 more days.. it would have been his 52nd birthday. The man who was supposed to be 50 before I turned 40 will forever be 49… Gawd… 52… I’m 41… we’ve got one grandbaby and another on the way… and he’s forever 49.
I had wanted to go to visit with his brother for his birthday. His brother shares the same birthday as he does. 3 years apart. (and there’s a sister in between! Their mom must have lost her mind… LOL)
Unfortunately – fire season kicked in and I’m sitting 5 mins away from work in case I get a call. So no camping with the brother-in-law and nephew for me and my boys.
Between Mother’s Day, the stupid boat, the birthday, and the relationship that is unsure and unsteady with a dash of WTF is going on mixed in… I’m feeling incredibly lonely.
I want the dead guy I love back (but don’t change my life because there’s lots about it I like).
I want the live guy I love to just pull me in his arms and love me until I’m ok again.
I am sitting, waiting for work to call.
The summer before Mark died, he went to visit with his brother on their shared birthday. I was a little put out that I couldn’t go, that I wouldn’t be around to help celebrate his birthday, but overall, it was a good thing.
I insisted that they take a picture of the two of them on their birthday.
It has been Wade’s profile pic on Facebook since that day.
It reminds me… to take the moments. Don’t say “next time” because next time, you might be saying goodbye.
Happy Birthday Mark & Wade. I love you both.