tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16084741723001916.post4372343515320764858..comments2021-10-31T01:07:04.409-07:00Comments on Woman at a Crossroads: Happy AnniversarySteelerFanMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301622415031642154noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16084741723001916.post-12866396700683398602009-05-08T15:45:00.000-07:002009-05-08T15:45:00.000-07:00I lost my dad on August 23, 1977. As long as mom ...I lost my dad on August 23, 1977. As long as mom was alive the date was very much an anniversary. Mom died on May 21, 1982. These two dates and the dates of their birthday do enter my mind on those days of the year. I do not mention them to anyone but they are remembered. They cross my mind as I do my daily activities. However, when my husband died it became a whole different remembrance. He and I were one person and I lost my right arm. He loved me for 36 years and I depended on him for 36 years. We had bad times and good times and GREAT times and times I would never want to live over. He was 62 when he died which to me was not time for him to die but I had no control. That was 18 years ago May 5, 2009. It seems like a long time but it also seems to have been just yesterday. I have wrestled with the loss of that arm but hope my wrestle did not interfer with anyone else. I grieved for myself because I was alone. I knew his death was not something I could change but I had to change me. He did not die because he wanted to. God gave me the most wonderful gift. He allowed me the blessing of faith and wrapped me in a blanket that protected me from my grief. This protection let me face my grief with the knowledge that we are just a vapor on this earth and we were not intended to be here long and the process of living for those who are left behind goes on. Lonely is not my first choice but finding things that fulfil me is a quest. God has provided many of those for me and I have overcome my lonesome soul. However, time does not take away memories and the dates of wedding, birthday, and death day are etched in your mind until you are no longer able to remember or until you are dead. I don't mention them to anyone. They are just my private memory. I let others mention them to me. Believe it or not many people do and this is gratifying.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17359534355784106444noreply@blogger.com