Becoming a widow gives you a new accessory, a scarlett letter. Mine isn't the letter S, it's the letterW. Everywhere I go I feel like all eyes are on me. They know, they feel bad and they don't know how to approach me. There is no right or wrong with other people's feelings.
I've had women jump out of their cars at school to give me a hug, other people haven't acknowleged it. It's all okay, everyone is coping in their own way.
The most common question I have been asked is, what can I do for you?.....my inner response has always been....bring back Jack.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Blog 2
It has been a robot functioning week, my to-do list didn't change much..baby steps..
Tonight for some reason my first date with Jack has been imbedded in my brain. It was the summer of 1978. I had been eyeying him for awhile throughout the school year. The weight room was adjacent to the exit door for the girl swimmers. I would peek in and he used to come out to talk.
We were at a mutual gathering, all my friends surrounding me and he wanted to know if we wanted to go to a party the next night.At that point, I was clueless if he meant all of us or just me.
My parents were out of town the next day, my sister Debbie had her besties over, Terri, Lisa and Leigh.(they were Jack's age). They made me call him, after much practice, I called to say none of my friends could make it. He said he would pick me up. The girls made sure I looked good. I was total nerves.
We went to the party for awhile, then left, he drove me to a park north of Hoover High. We talked forever...and then we kissed. Jack had a curfew and wanted to ask his parents if he could stay out 30min. later, they said no.
At that first kiss, I knew this was the guy I was going to marry!!
Tonight for some reason my first date with Jack has been imbedded in my brain. It was the summer of 1978. I had been eyeying him for awhile throughout the school year. The weight room was adjacent to the exit door for the girl swimmers. I would peek in and he used to come out to talk.
We were at a mutual gathering, all my friends surrounding me and he wanted to know if we wanted to go to a party the next night.At that point, I was clueless if he meant all of us or just me.
My parents were out of town the next day, my sister Debbie had her besties over, Terri, Lisa and Leigh.(they were Jack's age). They made me call him, after much practice, I called to say none of my friends could make it. He said he would pick me up. The girls made sure I looked good. I was total nerves.
We went to the party for awhile, then left, he drove me to a park north of Hoover High. We talked forever...and then we kissed. Jack had a curfew and wanted to ask his parents if he could stay out 30min. later, they said no.
At that first kiss, I knew this was the guy I was going to marry!!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
I've got a blog
So...I've got a blog, I finally realized some of my FaceBook friends didn't want to hear about my latest thoughts, especially if had showered that day.
Hello, my name is Barb...and I'm a widow. If I accidentally misspelled, and put in an "n", I would be a window. I like the idea of being a window, I can close the blinds. Actually, that is similar to being a widow, the blinds are always closed.
My husband, Jack, died unexpectedly on April 6th 2011...life hasn't been the same since.
I consider this blog an inviatation to read my diary, the one that had a key, back from grade school. No key's are needed here. I will write about my present and past, in no chronological order. Hey, it's my perogative..just call me the Time Traveler's Widow. Some days I may only write a sentence, other days, you may need a snack.
This is new and scary, just like the shoes I've been given to wear. Personally, I preferred the old ones, but that wasn't a choice.
Hello, my name is Barb...and I'm a widow. If I accidentally misspelled, and put in an "n", I would be a window. I like the idea of being a window, I can close the blinds. Actually, that is similar to being a widow, the blinds are always closed.
My husband, Jack, died unexpectedly on April 6th 2011...life hasn't been the same since.
I consider this blog an inviatation to read my diary, the one that had a key, back from grade school. No key's are needed here. I will write about my present and past, in no chronological order. Hey, it's my perogative..just call me the Time Traveler's Widow. Some days I may only write a sentence, other days, you may need a snack.
This is new and scary, just like the shoes I've been given to wear. Personally, I preferred the old ones, but that wasn't a choice.
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