February 2, 2013
So, I’m missing you so bad I ache. I used to have this life,
it wasn't perfect but now it really seems like it was. One phone call changed
that life and I don’t think it will ever be the same. It will never be the
same. I get up each day because I have to, because what I have left of you is
our three beautiful children that I love so much. I get up and do what I have
to for them. Only what has to be done to get by that day. Pretty much that’s it,
no planning ahead that reminds me to much of the plans we had together, the
ones that included us growing old together. Remember? The ones where we are
together and sailing anywhere there is warm sandy beaches, you and I sitting on
the dock staring at the Indian River patiently waiting for the porpoise to make
an appearance. We had a lot of plans.
I look at pictures and my heart breaks. I don’t look at
pictures and my heart breaks. Old cards. Your handwriting. The boys use your
soap in the shower, I smell it and sometimes I pretend it is you and everything
is back to the way it used to be. The smell of your t-shirt, that same smell I
would smell when you would hug me tight. No one else can hug me like you. There aren't many people that are 6 feet five inches and lean over to hug my five
foot nine. On a really bad day I smell your favorite black volcom hat that still
smells like your sweat. It smells like you after you would work in the yard all
day. It is so comforting and also so unbelievably lonely. I can’t get enough of
you. Your clothes. Your truck key that you put in my wallet because you kept
locking yourself out and I kept lecturing you about how much the lock smith was
costing us, I told you that we were going to have to start putting the lock
smith in our monthly budget. You made
the key and put it in my wallet, it belongs to the truck that you died in. I
keep the key that doesn't have a truck; I keep it because you put it there.
That damn truck. Sometimes I see a truck
that looks just like yours. I look for the sticker of the surf boards on the
back window. A few days ago there was one just like it driving towards our
house and I pretended it was you heading home. You know, like you used to after
work with groceries for some amazing meal that you would cook. I picture you in
the kitchen with your head phones on listening to a book on your IPod. The kids
are eating my cooking, they don’t complain for the most part. If we could have
bought a new truck that had side air bags would you be alive? Were you trying to
call us when the accident happened? They never found your phone. You always had
your phone. The accident happened about the same time you were going to call us,
before the kids went to bed. I listen to your last voice mail message,
listening to the last “I love you” you left me. I miss you. I love you, just
like you would say to baby girl- “to the moon and back”.
When I sit in the
group room at work I get this horrible panic in the pit of my stomach. When I hear
the phone in the office ring while I sit in that room I feel pure fear. Did you
know I was day dreaming about you coming home, what we would do for your
birthday, how handsome you were, when the door opened and I was told there was
an emergency phone call for me. I hate
that phone call, the one that changed my whole world. How did we get here? How
did this happen? How is this possible? Can you just come back now? Please? Why couldn't this just be a nightmare, a really realistic one. I've had enough of this nightmare. This isn't the way it was supposed to happen… it isn't the way it was supposed to be… Did
I tell you my husband died? I probably did, sometimes I feel like I have to say
it to remind myself it is true. I don’t understand how everyone’s lives keep
moving forward. Why does the old couple in the grocery store get to grow old
together? Why is that couple in Wal-Mart so happy? Their happy is too happy for
me now. My heart is heavy. I used to
have a husband, I used to be happy, not all the time but looking back it was
really pretty damn happy.
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