I can’t believe it was six months ago today the love of my life for forty years, Julie, died from cancer. Do I miss her? You bet I do, she’s the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. Only someone whose been through this would understand and I hope although against hope you won’t have to live through this experience, although unfortunately life dictates a good percentage of you will.
Luckily my family are all grown up, although I’m unsure whether this makes it harder or easier for them, my two lovely daughters, Leah and Hannah and my son Nathan have been and still are very supportive along with their respective partners, Simon, Leah’s husband, Matt, Hannah’s partner and the lovely Georgia, Nathan’s fiancée. These six, along with my three grandsons, Jack, Archie and Freddie are the main focus of my life, as they too need support from time to time of course.
So what about me? Well I went to Tenerife in January to visit my long time friends, Linda and Peter, Julie and I had some great times with them and they’re the sort who no matter how much time between talking or seeing each other, we just pick up where we left off. I’m off to Gibraltar on March 27th to meet them and to be best man at their wedding on the 30th at The Rock Hotel 🙂 Then back to Tenerife for more celebrations, really looking forward to that trip! I love the island, I’m able to sit and write without disturbance and have been able to concentrate on my first novel, “Soulmates” which is, apparently, so I’m told, turning into a really good read!
In November I’m flying to Florida with Nathan, Georgia and her parents to look over the wedding venue with them ready for 2018, looking forward to that trip too. 🙂
I’ve learned changing my bedding and fighting the duvet cover every week is a much better workout than jogging. I’ve found I can deal with almost any problem now because life’s too short to tolerate most of the bureaucratic bullshit that confronts us all throughout our daily lives. I’ve also learned to say no whenever I feel I’m being taken advantage of.
I’ve found out I’ve high cholesterol, high blood pressure and may be diabetic which is quite strange really because I cook and eat healthily, and I’m always active. So armed with information, I eat more fruit, don’t take sugar in my coffee and only drink red wine generally at weekends. I’ve also cut out the medication which treated me for depression, (before I lost Julie and not as a result of). Do I feel better? I don’t know, what I do know though is now life has a certain clarity to it, the sort of clarity which makes you unafraid to forge ahead, not be coerced into doing things I don’t want to do just to please.
Are there things I miss apart from my wife? I miss travelling with her, her witty conversation, her wry humour, companionship, her undivided love.
The one thing I don’t miss? Julie and I were instrumental in setting up a comedy drama group twenty years ago, did they support her when she was ill, no. In fact I had to go to a meeting and explain to them how ill Julie was and still they expected us to go down and “help”, they expected me to go and build sets, even when she was having chemotherapy and dying. Well members of that drama group, I hope you all can live with yourselves, maybe now you believe just how ill she was! You know the beauty of not naming them is they know who they are, they have to live with themselves because when we resigned from the group due to Julie’s illness, we were never even offered a lifetime pass even though for many years Julie and I worked hard for the group, many times at financial cost to ourselves. In Julie’s words “Fuck ’em, they’re all up their own arses and have to live with themselves”
Being a widower (or a widow) I guess, sends you into a world of sometimes darkness, sometimes despair, loneliness at times when you miss the love of your life, but I think also a voyage of self discovery until you meet the love of your life once more xxxx
Thanks for reading 🙂