
It is Christmas...it is two weeks to my 50th birthday...50 weeks since I started counting down my 49th year...one week since my husband passed away...one long week..."life changes fast"...said Joan Didion in "The Year of Magical Thinking"...the book I read the past two days...amazing how I had not read a book in almost a year...yet, I read this book in two days...two days...I took solace in the grief she described...the grief she wrote about her deceased husband, John...the grief I am now feeling for my own husband.
As the memorial candle burns I am thinking about how my life has changed during my 49th year...yes...after 24 years of marriage...24 long years...in just six short months...in just one short week...my life has dramatically changed.
I still can't figure out how to work my new microwave oven...I wasn't worried about not knowing how to work my new oven...I thought my husband would be home eventually...he would show me how to work it...
I still can't figure out how to change the answering machine that says my husband's name when I check the messages...I wasn't worried about not knowing how to work the answering machine...I thought my husband would be home eventually...he would fix it...
I never changed the outdoor light bulbs either...the big bright bulbs that light up the outside of my house...even when the days grew shorter and the nights got darker...I didn't change the bulbs...or adjust the timer...I wasn't worried about not knowing how to fix the outdoor light bulbs...I thought my husband would be home eventually...he would change the bulbs...
But now...but now...I'll have to read the new microwave oven manual...and I'll have to call the telephone company and ask them how to change the voicemail message...and the light bulbs...the light bulbs may remain dark for awhile...but the days are getting longer...so there will be more light around the house...spring will be here soon...if the groundhog sees his shadow...or maybe not.
"So what are you going to do?"...I asked myself many times this past week..."How are you going to move on now that your husband is not coming home again?"...each day as I went to the hospital while my husband was sick...people would ask me..."How are you doing?"..."How are you managing through all of this?"...and my answer to each question would be the same old thing "I'm taking things one day at a time...one day at a time."
As I start to gear up for 2008...the year that likely will be my own year of "magical thinking"...I know there will be good days and bad days...days of many tears...and days of laughter...as I remember the past 24 years with my late husband.
The memorial candle will burn out in a few days...January will be here...my birthday month...a new calendar will be posted...another year of 365 days will begin...not sure how I will manage through them all...I'm not going to worry about it right now...nope...life is too short to worry...for now...I'm going to take things "one day at at time...one day at a time...just...one...day...at...a...time."
Judi






