Well, I did it again, got drenched on a walk. Am I that oblivious? This time the tricky sky here played tricks on me, and dropped a bucket full of water just as I walked. When I got home, the sun came back out. Maybe God, you’re having fun with me? Maybe. I do need laughter these days, and I got a laugh out of this second drenching in one week.
Many have sent encouraging, supportive words my way… thank you dearly! This is still a time of social distancing, and I sorely miss seeing family and friends. A few have also mentioned that they just don’t know what to say to me. The curse of the widow. More isolation. The days of constant crying and public breakdowns are gone. My conversation is not only of death. My soul is ready for laughter, chats, shopping, restaurants, travel, companionship and above all… fun!
Widowhood fills my life with letting go, stress, reminders of death and unimaginable loneliness. Promise of fun fills my heart with excitement and brings hope that life is worth surviving. Yes, I’m a bit desperate… I’m reaching out for fun… for hope.
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