Did you think I was avoiding you?

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In the grocery store?  I was.  I have been doing okay with most things.  Taking care of the usual necessary arrangements. Switching accounts and bills over to my own name.  Making arrangements to have all of the things done that I never had to worry about before.  I can have lunch with friends and talk about what happened. No problem.  Lately, though, if I see someone I know in a store I want to hide. I try not to catch their eye.  I turn down an aisle whether I need anything in it or not.  There are two kinds of people I see at the grocery store.   The ones I haven’t seen since the funeral and the ones I haven’t seen or heard from at all. As when my sister died, this is summer vacation. People are away. I really don’t want to be explaining what happened in front of the frozen peas or breaking down in the wine section (that just looks bad on so many levels). So if I give you a small wave and then turn away, please don’t be offended. And please don’t go out of your way to catch up with me in Dairy. Neither one of us will leave there feeling very good.  Instead of socializing I walk through the store like a ghost, picking up this and that, putting most of it back.  I buy tons of vegetables and fresh fruit and days later throw most of them away. I pick up packages of snack foods he liked to take to work and then remember that I just cleared all that out of the house and it all goes back. Cereal?  I don’t eat it, yet there are a 1/2 dozen boxes in my cupboard at the moment.

Yesterday was the one month mark.  We (the girls and I and my mother) went out for lunch and a movie.  We had a nice time. The movie was good. Exciting even.  I had a lump in my throat through most of it.  He would have liked it. He might have even stayed awake for the whole thing.  I don’t know why it made me sad.  I didn’t even particularly like going to the movies with him.  Because he always crowded me .. you know the type, taking up all the arm space on both sides.. and then would fall asleep.. only to wake up at various points during the movie wanting to know what happened.  He did the same thing when we watched movies at home. We had this routine.. me:  “are you up for a movie?  can you stay awake?”  him:  “sure”.. me:  “well, I know you’re tired and I don’t mind waiting until the weekend” him:  “just put it on”  him (5 minutes later): snoring.  I would spend the first half of the movie nudging him and the 2nd half hoping he wouldn’t wake up and start asking what happened. And after the movie ended he would get his second wind and spend hours on Facebook posting obscure music videos.  Nevertheless, we had a fairly long list of shows that we watched together, usually a full season at a time through Netflix. I guess all couples have their thing.. marathons of Sons of Anarchy, Breaking Bad, Shameless, Boardwalk Empire.. was ours. Interestingly, he could stay awake though all of those, but if I put on Weeds (at his request) he would sleep through most of it.

I can talk about how he died.  I can talk about what to do with his things, should I sell this? donate that? save it for the kids?  Those conversations feel normal. Doing groceries, making dinner, choosing what to watch on TV..those are the things that can have me reaching for an Ativan.   He loved to eat and I loved to cook.  We had an unwritten rule as a family, once the kids were old enough.. everyone pretty much fended for themselves for breakfast and lunch, but dinner was eaten at the table as a family every night.  Even the grown up kids were expected to be there if they were living here or visiting.  And we would hold dinner until they showed up.  We didn’t eat in front of the TV.  Over the past few years, if he was watching a game or we were just relaxing I would sometimes say.. “do you just want to eat in the living room?” .. it became a habit.. maybe once a week, but the majority of the time we still ate dinner as a family at the table.. even if it was just us two.  The table now holds a small stack of magazines (I guess I should cancel those subscriptions) that I have no interest in but can’t throw away, my ironing board and iron, a vegetable steamer and assorted other flotsam and jetsam of my life at the moment.

When my sister passed away we would talk about what the loss meant to each one of us, but the one I could hardly talk about without breaking down was her live in boyfriend.  She died in their bed in the home they had made together.  I couldn’t stand the thought of him being there alone, returning home to the emptiness. He had lived in the house alone before he met her but she had definitely made her mark on it.  I could not imagine what he was going through. It felt so much worse than what the rest of us were.  And now.. less than a year later I am in the same exact position (Dear Irony, I am no longer your biggest fan).  But strangely, I feel more anxious when I am away from home than when I’m here.  I do force myself to leave every day for one errand or another.  Baby steps. One foot in front of the other. Apparently that’s how you move forward.

A friend asked me the other day if I was mad at God.  I said I didn’t dare be mad at Him, I would be afraid of what He had in store for me next. We both laughed. I wasn’t kidding.

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19 comments

  1. eddiesandcurrents · July 7, 2013

    This is beautiful. Beautifully written, honest, real. It makes me cry, and only real stuff does that. Thank you for sharing with all of us across the ether. We all have grief, had grief, will have grief. And though we seldom put it into words, it’s the “little things” that are the most touching, that make up who our loved ones really were to us. And when our loved ones cross over, those little things show us how much we miss them.

    Sending you vibes of healing balm as you go through this hard time.

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  2. Editor · July 7, 2013

    I am so sorry. Such a touching tribute to your husband and to your own spirit.

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  3. Beth Couture-Stetson · July 7, 2013

    Every day is another venture & another day of healing. Cherish all those beautiful memories and it’s the little quirky things that will always keep a smile on your face & in your heart!!! Love you

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  4. rachaelsladylumps · July 7, 2013

    Reading your post made a lump in my throat. You can just feel how much he meant to you and how much of a presence he was in your life. The grocery store thing I wish I could fix for you. This is the practical me here speaking, sorry! Here in CT we have Stop and Shop which has a delivery service called Peapod. You order online and pay online and they deliver it right into your ktichen. I used it while I was really sick from chemo. Maybe you have something like that where you live? Sending all my strength your way.

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    • mainelyhopeful · July 8, 2013

      What a great idea, Rachael. I’m afraid I might become a hermit though!

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  5. lianne cawood · July 7, 2013

    So beautifully written. I read this with tears in my eyes and every now and then a smile on my lips. Thank you for sharing with such honesty.

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  6. Cancer Curmudgeon · July 8, 2013

    Wow.

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  7. myeyesareuphere · July 8, 2013

    Susan, it sounds like you are doing what you need to do to take care of yourself. I sure wish you didn’t have to do this. Hugs.

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  8. The Presents of Presence · July 8, 2013

    Susan, baby steps. Big hugs, I had no idea. I’m sending you strength, love and support. xoxo ♥♥♥

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  9. miltonia10 · July 9, 2013

    You are an amazing woman, and you have many people behind you … I hope you can feel us. And I promise, we won’t ask any questions.

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