Hello, 2017. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you that it’s finally nice to put a face with the name. We have a mutual friend. Well, I wouldn’t call her a mutual friend; I would call
I’ll never forget that night back in 1989. My late husband and I dated our senior year of high school and one of our friends was having a party that night.
My late husband and I were a few of the fortunate people who could say they were born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. We both grew up in a suburban town just a few miles south of San Francisco and saying that we took it for granted is an understatement.
For the past 7 years my husband and I looked forward to highlighting all four children in our Christmas cards that we sent out every year to family and friends.
And so they’ve arrived. I have to admit; I had been dreading the arrival of the holiday season since early summer. I knew they’d arrive, I just didn’t know how fast and how hard.
My father passed away when I was 23 years old. I was engaged at 26 and I remember going through the wedding planning process with a hollow heart.
As we enter this week, many of us will be experiencing joy and gratitude in many different ways: Kids coming home from college, family getting together for the holidays, bountiful feasts on the table and so much more. I will be one of those people focusing on what I am grateful for because it’s what has provided some of the strength and comfort to help me overcome what I’ve lost this year.
The other night I decided to attend a session that they were offering at my church called, “GRIEF: The Uninvited Guest This Holiday Season.” I have been attending private grief counseling which has helped me get through the dark times, but I wanted to see if therapy in a group setting would help as well, since my therapist encouraged me to be aware that I am not in this alone.
This past Saturday morning I had an early flight out for a quick business trip. I left the house and parked in my usual parking lot near the airport. For the first time in a few weeks, I felt great. I was happy, and in a good place. I walked out of the door telling myself, “Today is going to be a great day for you. Make it happen.”
Yesterday marked exactly six months to the day that my husband suddenly passed from a brain aneurysm. I had to stop in my tracks yesterday to think about that. A half of a year has gone by without him. Wow. Six months. I’ve survived a half of a year without him. A half of a year of firsts, many tears, and many conversations, smiles and love about the memories he left behind.