It seems to some of my friends that this blog is just a way of wallowing in my loss instead of “moving on” whatever that means. Could be, just as spending too much time with my sweet devastated man flips me into melancoly.
But what’s a gal to do?
Today he was standing eating a banana when i got there, and a quick inspection revealed a rather disastrous new haircut. Perhaps just a half cut, interupted by his impatience or terror, since the sides were almost shaved and the top flopped over, perhaps in a semblance of the new style, but to me reminiscent of Adolf.
We got a bit of a quick fix done and then trailed upstairs to the Friday party, as we have done so often.
Don was very unsure of the situation but as the music got him dancing he allowed that this place was pretty grand. “I’ve never been here before.”
A timely reminder that every situation, every sentence, is constantly new, potentially threatening, and requires great effort. His trust in me proved once again, to follow up the elevator and into a strange confusing room.
As we danced and i hammed it up a bit i was rewarded with huge happy smiles. “We can do this every night,” he proposed, always eager to spend time with me and always up for a party.
I agreed, but as the old rock love songs flowed, i secretly wiped away a tear or two. How not?
“Will you still love me tomorrow?”
3 responses to “Dancing”
hugs sweet one! God loves you and He never changes. He’s my anchor in all the uncertainty around us. Hang on!
A few lines on an open message do not allow the many thoughts that I have about loss and “what is”. ! Time is something that we do not really understand so that some obvious muddling of then and now ,when our perception of the material is still there, must be much more difficult than the rift which is caused by physical death
…a gal is to do exactly what you are doing . carry on!…and thank you for sharing your love…
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