3 years ago on February 15th, a date with Shane turned into a trip down to The Shane Company (Where else?) and a call to my Mom & Dad before picking out engagement and wedding rings. Of course, the engagement ring takes a few days to be set, and Shane took more than a few weeks to ask me to actually wear the ring (Perhaps he thought the fact we had a ring meant he didn't actually have to ask the question?? I dunno)
I am glad I have the ring to wear and the memories to share, even if being alone this day hit me harder than Valentine's Day did.
"Forever can never be long enough for me to feel like I've had long enough with you." -Train, "Marry Me"
Debbie, I'm sorry. One year ago today I lost the love of my life, Morris. We were fortunate enough to have 12 wonderful years together, but he was taken from me (us) way too soon, and today's going to be rough. My heart goes out to you. To all of us, frankly. Peace to everyone today. I'm seeing a pastoral counselor later today because I'm having a crisis of faith, naturally. We'll see what happens there.
My birthday tomorrow - the 4th without Ed. I'm taking the day off just to have the day. I have an appt with a fitness counselor to see if a personal trainer will help me. I'm only getting older and I need to be in as good a shape as I can be.
Hugs to all.
To my husband and me, the 22nd of many months are special. He discharged from the Air Force on May 22; we met on the same day, decades later. His birthday, our daughter's birthday, our wedding anniversary, all on the 22nd of different months. We acknowledged the 22nd of every month as "our day," sometimes as simply as posting something cute on Facebook; other times, we were able to spend the whole day together. It was our way of staying in love and honoring our relationship. We did not celebrate Valentine's Day; instead, it was "Happy 22nd!" every month.
2017 is our 22nd year together and he passed away late last month. Tomorrow is my first 22nd without him. It hurts much more than I thought it would. but I guess all of this hurts so much more than I could have imagined.
I am not sure what I will do tomorrow, but I have to honor us in some way.
Well, I made it through Feb 22. I ended up posting something to him on Facebook, which I had not done since he passed. it was nerve-wracking, but it was good. I am glad that I did it, since that was one way that we acknowledged the day. It was a long day, though, and a tough one. Fortunately, I spent the afternoon with my dad, which helped. but I still couldn't wait for the day to be over.
Maybe March 22 will be an easier day but I'm not holding my breath.
I hope that everyone who is experiencing special days in February are doing OK.
Feb. 18, 2015 was the day my husband died so obviously I just had my calendar anniversary of that. There's an extra layer, though. It was Ash Wednesday that year so I always think of Ash Wednesday as the day he died, too. So I just went through two big days in a row (this year Ash Wednesday fell on March 1). I spent the actual day really celebrating life. I was in a local Mardi Gras parade, dressed up, drinking, dancing, beautiful weather, joy everywhere... There were pockets inside of the hubbub where I had sad moments but for the most part I was glad to be alive, grateful for what he and I had together. Ash Wednesday was a little gloomier. Went to mass, had oysters at a local place after, and walking through the city just felt some of that particularly surreal aloneness that I had so much of in the earlier days. Comes sometimes, and definitely not surprising it should come on that day. I'm doing fairly ok now.... :) Hugs to all of you on your various commemorative days. Peace, too.