He hated cardigans, political correctness and marzipan.
He loved food, The Beatles and GTA.
His life had not always been easy - whose is?
The first and the last ten years had been best, adding some kind of symmetry to what was often an unhappy, rather chaotic and unstable drifting through time and space in the 20 years that lay in between.
Today, it is a year since I came home from work late on that Thursday afternoon and found him dead on the floor in our living room.
One year already.
I have not forgotten.
I can think of nothing to say. But reading your blog made my heartbeat change and my head bow.
ReplyDeleteYou don't have to say anything, Mark. But I am glad my blog has readers and that every now and then I manage to touch someone with my words enough to make them comment. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI broke in tears after reading your blog. What a sad day this must be for you!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your sympathy, Anonymous. Don't worry about me, today does not feel different than any other day - only as far as that I had the day off in exchange for having worked on Monday (see "Ghost Town", my previous blog post).
ReplyDeleteSometimes it is not that bad to be cold-blooded, you know.
Although you wish to be you are not that cold-blooded. I am very proud on how you managed so far.
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As I sit here trying to come up with some appropriate comment, I am struck by Anonymous' mention of how you've reacted and managed this past year. You have been remarkably stoic and focused on your path to recovery from your loss. I'm very proud of you as you journey forth.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anonymous and Jill, you both are very kind. I must admit I don't know how I could have or should have done or handled things different, so I am not sure that pride is justified, but it feels good nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteYou proved to be a very strong woman (I wish I had at least some of your power...)
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Anonymous, don't make me blush! And you know, most of the time, people are unaware of how strong they actually are until they need that strength.
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Yes, Meike, you make me feel proud with your honesty and perserverance to find your way through.
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Thank you, Julie, it certainly does not happen often that I manage to make someone proud! But it feels good.
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Meks, I knew the date was approaching, and am sorry that I haven't been on more to reach out and give a virtual hug! I think that he would have been proud to see how well you are handling your grief, and moving along with your life. :) I'm thinking of you, my friend. ~Mel~
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mel, and don't worry - I appreciate everyone's thinking of me and virtual hugs just as much as real life ones, which my friends and family over here always make sure I get enough of.
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