The two of us, 49 years ago. |
Everyone at the facility and online wished us a happy anniversary. And it was. We listened to music and ate the cheesecake I had brought to share. We sat close together and held hands. I talked to him and smiled at him and gave him a kiss or two. Or three. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes of possible recognition once or twice. I tried to get a good picture of the two of us, but I haven't looked at them yet. For some reason, that's hard to do today.
Later, I met a couple of friends for Thursday Tacos. This has been my support group for years now, almost every Thursday night. We don't usually have tacos. But the name stuck, so we use it. They are ladies who understand love and loss and grief and survival. Sometimes there are more of us and sometimes fewer, but the comfort of knowing we are there for each other is extremely important to all of us. Life is a community thing, an outward thing. It isn't meant to be lived in solitude, inward. Not for me, anyway.
If you are a caregiver, I hope you have found a group for support. It doesn't have to be a big group, and they don't have to already be your friends. But they will become your friends as you share your journey together. It's a tie that binds hearts together. That's how it works.
Happy anniversary to us, my darling. You are still my prince, my favorite, my one true love, the only man for me. I love you to distraction and back.
Sending you a hug. Some days I wish you could send me one. It is the isolation that gets to me.
ReplyDeleteHug received and hug sent. I hear you! Life is meant to be lived in community, not isolation. But, sometimes, there isolation is, and it doesn't seem as though much can be done about it. Soon winter will be over, and it'll be springtime. Speaking of springtime, the trees are in bloom here, and the mustard, and the poppies, and other wildflowers. The sun is even trying to peek through the clouds. I'm trying to enjoy it. But that means allergy season is right around the corner!
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