To anyone reading this, I guess you may not want to read a downer type of post. So I won't feel offended if you just skip this. I just need to get my thoughts out. I'm getting ready to face my past in a couple of weeks. When we go to Florida for the family reunion, I'm planning to make a side trip to Tampa where I suffered the loss of my late husband to suicide. I don't know exactly what I expect to gain from that--some kind of closure, I guess. Anyway, the anticipation, or rather trepidation, of going is haunting my dreams and all my waking hours are in a sort of foggy determination to make it through the day. It isn't really depression. I've lived with the side effects of the above-mentioned event for years now and I've learned how to cope...sort of. It's more of an existential feeling; "I'm here now, and whatever is next doesn't really matter." Sometimes I feel the presence of celestial beings helping me through, and it nearly undoes me because then the tears just flow and flow. Other times I find myself talking out loud, acting as my own cheerleader, urging myself to keep going, to stay present for my family and do what needs to be done throughout the day.
Not making that side trip would, I suppose, alleviate the stress for now, but I think if I go to the reunion without having gone to Tampa first, I'll just feel it hanging over me and ruining my enjoyment of my extended family. So I'll face this now in the hope that it will help somehow later.
Sunday Evening Walks
9 years ago


