The Little Things

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It seems like months, not days since Mr. B passed away. On Friday it will be two weeks. I was hoping that as each day passed it would get a little easier but it doesn’t. If anything it has gotten harder. Last week I was mostly in shock and as that shock wore off it was replaced with anxiety about the funeral service on Saturday. I was absolutely dreading it! I knew it would be emotional and it was. I cried so much. At the end of the service, the funeral director asked everyone to file by the front pew were all of the family were seated to offer their condolences. I hugged many of them and cried each time. There were approximately 150 people that attended the service. So many of them were co-workers of Mr. B from his current workplace and from his previous workplace. Although I did not know their faces, I did recognize their names as Mr. B spoke of them often to me. It touched me so much to see how respected and loved he was by others. Mr. B was cremated so I have his ashes at home now. My plan was to have the urn buried in a cemetery plot this summer. But I’m having a hard time thinking about that right now. Yes, it’s true. I’ve become one of THEM. You know who I mean. Those crazy widowed ladies that keep their husbands on the mantle forever. I’m finding such comfort in having his remains close by. The urn that I chose is so beautiful and represents Mr. B so much. I will try to post a photo of it. Hopefully I don’t gross anyone out. :-)

I feel such an emptiness inside of me since Mr. B passed away. It’s like part of me is missing. I can’t seem to focus on anything, not even watching TV. I find that having the TV on is just noise to me so most of the time I have it turned off. I’m better if I’m away from home running errands but when I’m back at home and looking at all of his things, I start crying pretty quickly. I’m taking it very slow in regards to disposing of Mr. B’s things. I know that his clothes will be the last to go. For now they bring me comfort. I see them each day when I get dressed in the morning. I know I won’t be able to handle the big empty space in the closet once they are gone so I want to make sure I’m ready before I take them out. Every thing of Mr. B’s that I take from our home has left me feeling more empty. The first things I wanted to have taken out were the things that reminded me of him being sick like the hospital bed and his wheelchair. I still have to tackle his bathroom. There’s a few things there that were to help him like the special toilet seat, the tub bar and the shower chair. I will deal with them, but so far I’ve not wanted to spend much time in that bathroom. Too many bad memories for me there.

Its funny how some of the smallest things will make me cry. In our home we often purchased jujubes candies as a treat. Mr. B and I both really liked them. Mr. B really liked the green ones which made me really happy since they were my least favourite. So as I passed the candy dish the other day I thought to myself, “Who is going to eat the green ones now?”. Silly, I know but it did make me cry. I feel like I’ve lost my protector. :-(

Here are the three songs that were played at Mr. B’s funeral service.

This song was played at our wedding on October 10, 1075, Time In A Bottle by Jim Croce.
This song was suggested by a close friend. At first I resisted using it because I knew it would be very emotional for me to hear it. I cried the very first time I heard this song even before Mr. B passed away. But I knew that it was perfect for the service so I went with my heart and used it. I know it touched many people at the service and even though I had to restrain myself from sobbing uncontrollably, I feel really good that I persisted and played it.
The last song was Mr. B’s favourite. I never really liked it but since this service was about him, I knew there was no other song that I could pick. Plus it was a really good way to end the service on a happy note. Rest in peace, Mr. B.