I think the hardest thing about losing someone is the loss of shared memories. Some very good moments in my life happened with my husband who passed me by. Remembering those times have been painful for me. But, I now am taking personal ownership of those memories.
Yes, he was there but much more importantly, I was there! I went on that trip to Rome. I bought the house I live in; moved in, decorated and worked on it. I escaped Hurricane Ike by going to Forth Worth. I went on the cruise around Hawaii, the trips to Seattle, Victoria Island. I OWN these memories.
It has been over 5 years now since my husband passed. That's long enough. I am now the sole owner of the memories of the life we shared.
I really miss my mother. I lost her also. She didn't choose to leave me and our shared moments behind. Those memories feel different to me. Remembering our times together make me feel wistful.
I long ago took ownership of any shared memories with my first husband. It was difficult in the beginning. We had 2 children together. How could he abandon this life we had shared? It took a few years but I took the sole possession of those memories. I don't feel sad when I think of our years together.
Time really does heal our wounds. It is a quickly disappearing commodity. I don't intend to squander the time I have left.
A new year, 2016, is closing in- another time begins.
