In the early morning hours, two years ago today, my precious Frances drew her last breath and peacefully slipped away. I treasure the 60 glorious years we had together, and despise the damnable disease that took her from me. But that’s all history now. Life goes on, and I find myself so caught up in “everyday living” that details of the last hard year or so of Frances’s life are now pushed way into the back of my mind somewhere, and come to the fore only with conscious effort. Last year, on the first anniversary of her death, family gathered here at our home place and had a little ceremony, spreading some of her ashes in a favorite garden spot, but nothing special is planned this year. Well, I guess you might say that I DID have a little special remembrance of her during my early morning walk just after daylight today. There’s a little depression in the pavement down near the turnaround place in our walk, and if rain had collected there overnight, Frances would always wade through the resulting shallow puddle -- ostensibly to wash any sand off the soles of her shoes -- but always reminding me more of a little girl just playing in the water. So anyhow, today there was a puddle and so I stood in it for a brief moment, for Frances’s sake.
Gourdchipper, I remember your postings during your last year with Frances. You did such a good job of taking care of her. 60 years would be hard to push to the back of your memory but you've managed to move on. Life is for the living and I hope we can all adjust as well as you have when our journey with this disease is ended. Blessings.
That is so touching and beautiful. You know that puddle was there for a purpose. I don't believe in coincidence everything happens for a purpose. Your loved one was present with you God Bless you.
It doesn't seem like two years could have gone by so quickly. Does your son still live with you? Frances' garden must bring back happy memories. Good to hear from you.