It’s the little things that chip away at my heart, the repetitious hammering of reminders. Things which were once automatic now have to be deliberate.  Something as simple as signing a birthday card has become an emotional reminder of all that has changed, all that will never be the same.  

I’ve been half of a couple for two thirds of my life; I’ve been ‘Elva and…’,  or Mom and…’,  or Gramma and….’. for more than forty years. The ‘and’ supported me, accompanied me and helped define who I was – I haven’t been just me in so long it causes me pause every time I sign a card these days.  I’m guessing the recipients of the cards are finding it strange as well, the empty space is glaring.

A couple of times I’ve had to add the dogs to my greeting, the ‘and’ appeared before the penny dropped. I suppose being lovingly linked to Olive and Chester is preferable to being alone, but humanizing my pets to fill the void left by my husband feels rather pathetic. In time I will have to think of something else.

I’m told I will get used to this, and the hundreds of other unexpected and unwelcome changes in my life, but right now I’m not certain I want to. I don’t want the old me to disappear, I was part of an ‘and’ – I don’t want to forget how that felt, even if it hurts to remember.

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  • Carol-Ann Ainsley . October 26, 2018 .

    I love you……. and Olive and Chester! XX

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