Stevie Nicks – the White Witch, the gypsy. You always
thought she was so hot – and she appeared to me, to be everything I was not.
Petite, blonde, vagabond, bohemian. I never really saw the attraction, until I
grew older and became a little more open-minded to the music and the lyrics.
Open-minded – who would’ve thought?!?!?!? I can’t help but think of you when I
hear anything related to Stevie Nicks – and I turn the volume up just a little
louder when I hear a song (ok – a lot louder).
Another week has begun and you’re not here. Apparently, the
service in Ohio went well – and I feel such guilt that I wasn’t there. In
hindsight, I should have been stronger – but then, perhaps this was how it
should be? You were only lent to me, and ultimately had to return to your
family that loved and adored you.
I completed the “necessary paperwork” today to claim your
benefits. This task really made me realize that you are gone – you are really
gone! I’ve kept your clothes in the closet and your toothbrush in the drawer
(just in case), praying that this nightmare will end. I was asked today, what
makes a marriage work for 32 years? I could only smile and say “Love, patience,
and work – and more love!” I never imagined my life without you – and it seems
impossible now!
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