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Our Community / Old Timers thread 6
« Latest by HeartTattoo on February 19, 2025, 07:25:28 PM »It looks like my last thread is locked & archived. It's all old-timer stuff anyway, so I'll just drop in here for my annual review.
Son#1 was talking to me the other day about “feeling some kind of way” about some things in his life, including that Son #2 is soon to move 1000 miles away. Yeah, I’m feeling “some kind of way” too.
I see once again that it happens every year: thoughts of H increase & are more nostalgic & I’m more sad about the whole damn thing than usual heading into December & as Christmas preparations begin. The phrase “You should be here” keeps popping into my thoughts as Son#1 helps me with the tree & we gather as a family. “You should be here” when the boys are tinkering with their cars or needing support, or having complicated memories of the man I & they trusted with our whole being & who betrayed us all with his shattered integrity, his lies, & his emotional emptiness. “You should be here” but you are utterly unable to “be here”. I’m pretty sure you can’t even “be” in your own life. That sort of true “being” is shut up tight in some deeply hidden compartment. Looking at that is not something someone like you can do.
So it’s Christmas with memories of our last one together, then BD January, & our wedding anniversary in February. But by then the constant memories are losing strength & I’m back to the reality of grief that never ends, but does fade with the detachment I’ve developed from the only man I have ever loved, from the love I never doubted until the moment of BD, & from the future I expected to share with him. Spring is almost around the corner & I’ll plant seeds & grow flowers & walk my dog & love my people & know that they love me back. The ones who are able anyway.
Son#1 was talking to me the other day about “feeling some kind of way” about some things in his life, including that Son #2 is soon to move 1000 miles away. Yeah, I’m feeling “some kind of way” too.
I see once again that it happens every year: thoughts of H increase & are more nostalgic & I’m more sad about the whole damn thing than usual heading into December & as Christmas preparations begin. The phrase “You should be here” keeps popping into my thoughts as Son#1 helps me with the tree & we gather as a family. “You should be here” when the boys are tinkering with their cars or needing support, or having complicated memories of the man I & they trusted with our whole being & who betrayed us all with his shattered integrity, his lies, & his emotional emptiness. “You should be here” but you are utterly unable to “be here”. I’m pretty sure you can’t even “be” in your own life. That sort of true “being” is shut up tight in some deeply hidden compartment. Looking at that is not something someone like you can do.
So it’s Christmas with memories of our last one together, then BD January, & our wedding anniversary in February. But by then the constant memories are losing strength & I’m back to the reality of grief that never ends, but does fade with the detachment I’ve developed from the only man I have ever loved, from the love I never doubted until the moment of BD, & from the future I expected to share with him. Spring is almost around the corner & I’ll plant seeds & grow flowers & walk my dog & love my people & know that they love me back. The ones who are able anyway.