7 years ago everyone knew me as MarkandJane.
They knew that Mark and Jane were an entity. They knew Mark’s love of fishing, flyfishing especially. They knew that he had disabilities (although he was careful not to show anyone else how bad it could get). They knew he adored his kids, and they knew that he was the primary parent in our household.
They knew he was well read, articulate although they might not have known he wasn’t formally educated.
They knew he liked to play World of Warcraft. I was the only one who knew that he waited until he was alone to do so. He’d tuck me into bed, snuggle for a bit, then get up and go do his thing while I slept.
They knew he was passionate about the environment. He was angry beyond belief when the train derailed and sanitized the Cheakamus River. And he was heartbroken over it.
They knew he was the go-to guy for all things fishing.
They knew he was an amazing cook who made incredible Bailey’s latte’s.
They knew he and I had an incredible connection, an incredible Love that spans time, distance and death.
And now… I am married to Ryan. And no one I know up here knows anything about Mark.
How could they? I moved up here a year after he died. I knew no one up here when I moved.
NO ONE KNOWS.
So how the FUCK, if they don’t know… am I supposed to explain to them why I’m crying randomly? Why a stupid song will reduce me to rubble? Why I start leaking for seemingly no reason?
How am I supposed to explain to anyone who sees me in the middle of a grief storm how much it still hurts every. single. day. that he’s gone.
Widows always feel the need to explain… “I DO love my living husband… but…”
It’s horrible. Unless you’ve lived it, how do you explain to someone how much you miss the dead husband even as you’re snuggled up to the live one?
I don’t go looking for grief triggers – but lately they’re finding me. And the leaking has started again. Randomly, without warning or control.
And at 6 1/2 years out… I look like a mentally and emotionally unstable person instead of a grieving widow.
Which really sucks.
I miss this look:
I miss the love that shone out of his eyes whenever he looked at me. I see it in all the pictures. Times I didn’t realize he was looking at me like that.
And so I grieve in this new world of “Mark who?” and hope that the people who catch me at it understand that I’m not emotionally unstable – I’m just missing him.