by code monkey » Thu Dec 05, 2019 7:25 am
today marked 7 yrs since Michael died. (2 weeks ago it was 8 since Elliot died.) such a long time. such a miserable, long, awful time. nobody expects to outlive a child and our family histories predicted that Michael would easily outlive me. I used to urge him to wait a decent amount of time and then get married again.
I followed my traditional observance - peanut butter sandwiches and a few drinks. read things they wrote, think about them. get angry at the unfairness of it all. 3 buck chuck merlot stands up fairly well. I finished the bottle that I started for Elliot - no special prep, I just pushed the cork back into the bottle and put it in the refrigerator. the first few sips were a little harsher than I remembered but then that faded. and boy the current yahrzeit candles are amazing! they're no more than half the size of the old ones but they last as long! I must do some reading about wax.
met an extremely nice guy. alas, married. no, he didn't do anything untoward and, thank heavens, I didn't either. I do wish that all married people wore wedding rings. I am having some fun distributing ornaments - water aerobics, Zumba group, drum circle, breakfast group, gym, the other guests at a dinner party I was invited to and sometimes people I don't know. one lady told me that this was going to be her first Christmas without her husband and I tried to be supportive and give her a few bits of advice.
I will send y'all off with my amended marching orders. for those of you who are alone not be choice - I know something of what you experience. all I can say is try to keep busy. don't make finding someone the center of your life. and those of you in committed relationships with family around - I hope that you realize just how lucky you are. give them a hug and tell them that you love them. yes, they know and you know but it's important to hear the words. and to say them out loud.
and still i persist in wondering whether folly must always be our nemesis. edgar pangborn
come gentle night. come loving black browed night
give me my romeo. and when he shall die
take him and cut him out in little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine
that all will be in love with night
and pay no worship to the garish sun. william shakespeare