Six Months of a Year of Firsts………

Message to my honey:

Tomorrow, you will have been gone six months. Six months. Six months. Six months. It seems impossible that I’ve lived, without you, this long. This wasn’t supposed to be….or maybe it was. We vowed “til’ death do us part”……I just never realized how hard that would be. 

I’m going through this “year of firsts…..”

The most important “first” is the fact that you are no longer here, with me/us, physically. That has probably been the hardest “first” with which I’ve had to deal. I know there are verses, in the Bible, that mention God bringing the dead back to life. I prayed and prayed for that…..for a miracle…….and I finally stopped. On a Sunday, I listened to a television church service which talked about grieving for those who have left us. The minister reminded me that “You would still be here had it been in God’s plan.” I know people may think I’m crazy (and I care not) but I hope you enjoyed our Christmas trip. That’s one of the blessings of having you in an urn……you can still travel with me. I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone, at Christmas. Or was it that I just couldn’t stand to be without you?  I touch the urn and feel like I’m still touching you.

My 2nd “first” was the first trip that I took in October, without you. As long as I had an audio book, or something to which I could look forward – I was okay. Otherwise, those long stretches of road contained many tears. The hardest part of the trip was when I would get to an area where we had been, together. I had memories, but I also had tears and an almost constant disbelief that you were gone.

Your 77th birthday happened, not long after you left us. That was the 3rd “first”. We had gotten to the point that we were just thankful to wake up ….. birthdays weren’t a big deal, but it was a big deal that you were no longer here to wake up beside me.

Thanksgiving, 2014 was the 4th “first”. Thankfully, I wasn’t alone. Adam came home, from Engineer Training School, to be with me. He sat at your place at the dinner table. It wasn’t the same. You always helped with the cooking. I felt alone, in the kitchen. You weren’t there to help with the dressing, to bake the ham….it wasn’t the same.

Then came Christmas 2014 the 5th, and what I feared would be one of the hardest, “first”.  You and I spent this Christmas, in Texas. That’s one of the blessings of having you in an urn. You can go with me. You were always so hard to buy for, and that’s about the only blessing to this new life that I’m now living. You bought the best Christmas gifts. Christmas was hard – but so are many days. Again, thankfully I was with family, and I wasn’t alone. I slipped out of the room, often, to shed my tears.  I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone, at Christmas. Or was it that I just couldn’t stand to be without you?  I touch the urn and feel like I’m still touching you.

I started 2015 without you….my 6th “first”. I was back in the town where we had spent so many of our beginning years of marriage and where our first child was born. Where we owned our first house. It was an “only”….the only time that I had been there without you. I didn’t drive by our old house, or your parents old house, or your old school. I couldn’t.  We’ve shared so many years together. This seems to be one of the hardest of all the “firsts”……the fact that it’s going to be a year in which you won’t have been with me.

My birthday….I added another “first”….the 7th.  Adding another year to my life, even though your years stand still. Tonight I realized that one day (God willing) I will reach the year, in age, when you left us.

Mardi Gras. You loved catching those beads! I wish you had been with us on this 8th “first” when it was Sydney’s first, and Olivia’s first, Mardi Gras. 

And then Valentine’s Day….the 9th “first.” “Libby”, as you called her, brought me a rose. Gale sent candy and a gift, Robbie called. They didn’t forget me, but it wasn’t the same. It was supposed to be “Lover’s Day”…. you will always be my love, even though you aren’t here. 

The “firsts” will continue as the years pass. There will be many things that I do that you won’t have done or won’t have been with me, to do. 

I read something, I see something, I hear something and immediately, I want to tell you about it. “I need to tell Bob about this,” seems to be my constant thought. How often we talked, on the phone……several times each day….about everything….or nothing. 

We had 54 years….we should have had 100! 

Life is good, but it often doesn’t seem fair. 

These six months have flown by…….it seems like just yesterday when you said “I Love You”…..and I’d really love to hear it, just one more time.

Grieving through a year of firsts…..
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I Am Ordinary…..

I sit in my rocker on my front porch of our house built by my honey. I watch the tall pines, to the east of my house, as the tops are circling in the wind. I’ve burrowed deep into Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ ‘Five Stages of Grief.’ I think I actually began the grieving process the day I was told he had cancer. I knew this day would come. I tried to imagine how it would be without him. At night, as I lay beside him, I would attempt to commit the nights to memory – knowing that, one day, he wouldn’t be there.

I remember those nights, I remember those “front porch days” – days when I would sit and rock, knowing that one day he wouldn’t be inside, in his recliner. I now look back on those nights and days – remembering and trying to feel him, there beside me. It was an impossible feat, then and it’s impossible, now.

I look at the legacy he left behind. He was a very talented craftsman. I live in a home that he designed and built.  Our children and grandchildren and friends have beautiful “Handcrafted by Bob Gorrell” pieces. We would rather have him!

My pastor recently spoke on “Being Ordinary”. At the time, I didn’t connect what he was saying to me.

Recently, a sweet cousin who lost her husband, made me realize that I’m not so unusual. I mentioned that I had prayed, fervently, that God would allow this to be a bad dream. Let me awaken one morning and have Bob there. I would imagine saying to him, “you won’t believe what I dreamed.” Her response was, “I also did that.”

I related to our youngest daughter, my conversation with my cousin, and her response was “Mom, that’s what Brother Beard preached about. He was speaking to you. You are normal.”

God works in mysterious ways, and things happen for a reason – even though we may never understand why. God has proven to me, in so many ways, how blessed I am to be in this small town with so many friends and family. I’ve also learned that I am ordinary …..and that’s such a relief!

Life Goes On…..

We all have hard days of one kind or another, in our lives. A young son-in-law was killed, in a one car accident, years ago…..that was a hard day. My dad had a massive stroke and passed away…..that was a hard day. My mom died, suddenly……..that …

Another MM Warrior in heaven……….

                                                         For Bob                        

God gave you the strength of the mighty oak

He blessed you with the warmth of the sun

You received the energy of the raging wind

And your laughter he threw in for fun.

Your hair like snow covering a mountain

Your eyes blue as the sky above

He gave you a smile that could light a room

And a heart overflowing with love.

You were blessed with wonderful talent

God gave you a sense of design

Forever you’ll be remembered

By the legacy you’ve left behind.

We’ll remember you loved to travel

So many sights we were able to see

You had a sense of adventure

And a love of history.

Your shop was your place of solace

You loved NASCAR and state football

Golf was a favorite hobby

But love of family topped them all.

You’ve been a perfect role model

For our family through the years

We’ll cherish the lessons you taught us

As we wipe away our tears.

Your side of the bed now empty

No one in your favorite chair

How can I live without you?

We were the perfect pair.

You’re our own special angel

Watching us from above

Thanks for the years you gave us

Thanks for the unconditional love.

With all my love, Sarah

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