Happy birthday
Hi Babe,I know I haven't written for a while, but you know it's because you are never out of my thoughts. It's been over a year now, and I guess I am supposed to be getting"better" (whatever that might mean); instead, I find I am just getting sadder. Before it was as though there was a gaping hole in the center of my life, but these days, I find myself missing you--the funny things you used to say, or things I imagine you would say. And that missing you doesn't seem to get any better; if anything, it's worse. I went home for the holidays, thinking that being somewhere that held fewer memories would be easier. It wasn't. I was preoccupied by how different it would be if you were there to celebrate with us; the places we'd go, the things we'd talk about.
And it breaks my heart that you can't see your daughter. She's just the funny, spirited, smart, and opinionated child you wanted. I remember M & A's wedding, where we watched all of those brilliantly uninhibited little girls out on the dance floor. We lamented our own introverted childhood selves, and you said, "I want a little girl like that--one who's not afraid to dance when people are watching." And now you've got one, in spades. She misses you, and everything that reminds us of you is precious to us. I hope you know that, although I can't seem to envision you peering down around the clouds like some bad Sunday school illustration.
This isn't working. I can write and write, but it doesn't say what I want to say, and I can't fool myself that you are hearing it.
I love you always, and happy birthday.
your wife
posted by Unknown @ 1:16 PM
7 Comments:
It may not say what you want it to say, but what it says is beautiful.
Thinking of you and your daughter.
you're in my thought, dorcasina
You're both in my thoughts, it was a beautiful letter.
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Wow. You make me miss someone I never knew.
And you are by no means required to be getting over anything yet. After one year the only thing gone is the rawness of the loss. As you so aptly stated, after that in a weird way, there's more room to just be sad.
((Dorcasina and daughter))
its a strange day for me. its been five weeks and a day since my husband died suddenly of cardiac arrest at age 52. i was browsing around and found your blog and have been reading it for awhile, and the last entry is happy birthday to your late husband on the same day that my husband died. i have found some comfort reading through your words and hope that you will be able to adjust to your life without him. i was a single parent for 13 years before i found my new love and ionly had him for four years, but im glad i had him at all. best to you
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