I loved him

I loved him so much.  I truly did.  The first time I saw him I knew.  We met in high school.  He was a junior and I was a sophomore at Canyon High School.  We had typing together.  Mrs. Cotton - I'll never forget.  He was  a cowboy and I was ....... not.  I loved drama and music and  and being popular.         ( Can you picture that?) I had a huge crush on him and he paid no attention to me.  Fast forward four years to WT.  We saw each other at a Maine's Brothers dance in the Activity Center.  I knew he was the one and he said he didn't remember my name but he had dreamed about me for years.  True story.  We were together from that day on.  I told him I loved him every day - unless I was SO mad at him.  I hugged and kissed him everyday.  He loved me too.  He wanted to have 5 kids.  I told him he should have married me when I was 14.  He was smart and funny and he worked so hard.  I thought he was the cutest boy I had ever seen.  He thought he was always right and he drove me crazy.  I always won and he was good with that.

So today, one year later, I'm thinking about him.  Today I am remembering, and I am  overwhelmingly sad.  But I am choosing happiness.  I'm choosing life and I'm choosing to go on.  He would be so mad if I didn't.  This will not be the end of me or my kids.  Instead of marking this day as something that haunts me,  I will take this day to be thankful for the time I had with a wonderful man.  The older I get the more I realize that we had something that was special and unique.  Man it was a gift!  I will cherish it always and hold it close.

I swear I'm smiling.

Leta

September

I can't believe it's September.  I honestly can't believe it.  This is a very tough time for me and the kids, because our memories of this time last year are seared into our brains.  Jeff was sick for almost 3 years and a lot of that is blurry and lost due to stress.  But we remember last year.  We remember how sick he was and how all we wanted was for him to get better and at the same time we wanted his suffering to be over.  I remember school starting and how the kids didn't want to go and Jeff didn't want them to either.  I remember Luke facing his senior year and football starting.  I remember Gracie and Jake being so lost all the time  and finally realizing their Daddy was going to die.  I remember being so scared, terrified.  I couldn't imagine losing him and living without him.  But here I am, almost a year later.  Luke has started college and is planting his first wheat crop on his own.  Gracie and Jake are back in school and our little family of 3 is tight.  

This year was something I could never have envisioned.  I would certainly say I will never be the same.  I don't know if I'm better or worse but my sense of self, being a mother, a daughter, a sister and a friend are still intact.  I've gone back to kickboxing.  I read a lot.  I've drank a lot of wine.  I've laughed with friends. I volunteered. I've felt sorry for myself.  I've hauled sheep all over the state of Texas with my kids.  I sometimes sleep.  I still wear my wedding ring.  I went on a couple of vacations. I have purposely not read any books on grief. I've gone back to church more.  I'm still slightly mad at God but trying not to be.  I cry more than the average person.  I talk about Jeff and tell stories about him, especially to the kids.  I've appreciated that life has gone on.  I've celebrated in the birth of new babies.  I've had to check the "widow" box on forms.  I've met people that don't know my husband died of cancer and I didn't tell them.  I've shared my grief with friends who also lost loved ones this year to cancer.  I've been optimistic.  I've been a pessimist.  I don't go out to the farm much because I can't bear to love that place without Jeff in it. I've been places and thought I'd seen Jeff.  I've spontaneously thought I should call Jeff to tell him something important.  I've prayed a lot.  I've been hopeful.  I've been really, really sad.  I have tried to fill myself with love and peace in a way that will center me and anchor me so that I can stand straight, walk forward into life and raise my kids.  It's all I know to do.  

Maybe one day I will write the book on grief.

Leta