aja8888
Moderator Emeritus
Happy in a strange sort of way
On Friday morning, we had the memorial service for my deceased wife at a local church. It was very nice and many relatives of hers and friends were there. Many of my friends were there, but my small number of family members all live back East and watched the service via a Utube hot link.
That night, I had over 20 of her relatives over to the house for a get together. Some folks were from California (her brother and sister) and the others, mostly nieces and nephews with spouses, were from Wisconsin, Kansas, Illinois, and Dallas, TX. Locals were my daughter and her husband and my DW's children and grandchildren.
We had a really good time and I love those folks, many of which will be kind of out of my life going forward. Sad, but I am glad this is over. I don't ever want to bury a spouse or close family member again. And, odds of that happening are diminishing rapidly as I am the "oldest" in the extended family.
So, I sit here at 5:00 AM, wide awake and the house is silent. It's an eerie silence as the constant running of the oxygen concentrator that was drowning out sounds of almost everything, is gone for good. I can hear the ice maker in the fridge groan occasionally as it is giving birth to new cubes. I can hear my dog snore as he sleeps on the floor next to me now. Crazy, but the silence is an indicator that my life has changed for good and I am stating to accept that.
Time to start think about working on my golf game again.
On Friday morning, we had the memorial service for my deceased wife at a local church. It was very nice and many relatives of hers and friends were there. Many of my friends were there, but my small number of family members all live back East and watched the service via a Utube hot link.
That night, I had over 20 of her relatives over to the house for a get together. Some folks were from California (her brother and sister) and the others, mostly nieces and nephews with spouses, were from Wisconsin, Kansas, Illinois, and Dallas, TX. Locals were my daughter and her husband and my DW's children and grandchildren.
We had a really good time and I love those folks, many of which will be kind of out of my life going forward. Sad, but I am glad this is over. I don't ever want to bury a spouse or close family member again. And, odds of that happening are diminishing rapidly as I am the "oldest" in the extended family.
So, I sit here at 5:00 AM, wide awake and the house is silent. It's an eerie silence as the constant running of the oxygen concentrator that was drowning out sounds of almost everything, is gone for good. I can hear the ice maker in the fridge groan occasionally as it is giving birth to new cubes. I can hear my dog snore as he sleeps on the floor next to me now. Crazy, but the silence is an indicator that my life has changed for good and I am stating to accept that.
Time to start think about working on my golf game again.