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What are some of the feelings and experiences you associate with August? Anniversaries, birthdays, etc... or just the heat (if you are LUCKY enough to have it where you are, LOL), things that others are doing... things you USED to do together.
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August: Found out the 1st my mother's business is moving, into my house.
My hsubands 28th birthday
The first anniversary of his death
So very sorry.
This is sort of tangential to your list, but 'current wife' brought back a memory o' my late husband.
I was married once before I married Mike, and I would refer to my ex as 'my ex-husband' and Mike as my 'current husband.' He would always tease me about it, like, "Hey! What do you mean 'current' husband? Is there a future one I should know about?"
(Little did either of us know he would die so young, making that a very real possibility. Sigh.)
Two things hit me equally hard this August. One is how much my wife loved the beach and how she worked her vacation schedule to work from 5-8 PM so she could have every day off to go to our favorite beach, her favorite place in the world. This is my second summer without her. I won't go to the beach. I can't believe it is the second summer with no Betty to share it with. The second summer! It seems impossible.
The second thing, as I look forward to the annual August visit from our best friend from Georgia, is remembering how for the 22 years we lived in Massachusetts we looked forward together so very much to seeing him.
August is the month we ran around house shopping two years ago, including trips to Indiana, Tennessee and Ohio, which he was delighted for me to see (part of his childhood was spent there). It is also the month that he died. This will be the 2nd anniversary of Joel's death, and I am back in Florida where most of our 15 years were spent, due to new employment. My first two weeks here, I had to drive past the house he lived in where we met and his mom's house every single day en route to work. Being back here has tilted me a bit into the manic stage to avoid the deadening sadness of being where we spent so many years together; seeing places we went just trips me up.
I've also lost my 'quiet' space as I'm rooming with a lady I work with so there's no place to mope (which I need to do since I'm "on" during the day at work). I crave the solitude that I had on my farm, but it will be years before I will get to return to it.
But I know all of this will pass, I just have to get through it. I suspect my MIL will want to do something for him; last year we scattered his ashes on our favorite beach. This year I would just like to be alone - maybe take a walking tour of our favorite little beach bars and pool halls, I dunno. Flux. I am still in tremendous flux and it is accentuated by the fact that I am back in our old stomping grounds...