It has been more than three months since Debbie finished her long goodbye. After watching her decline for so many years, I thought I was reasonably prepared for her death. In many ways, I was. But I am discovering that being prepared for someone's death and learning to live without them are two different things.
First, I want to thank the many people who have reached out to me. The number of friends and family who attended Debbie's visitation was heartwarming. The cards, telephone calls, emails, and memorial contributions were greatly appreciated. Many people continue to check on me to see how I am doing. Those simple gestures mean more than you might imagine. I am fortunate to have so many caring people in my life.
People often ask how I am doing. My answer is that I am doing okay. I have my family, good friends, work that I enjoy, and plenty of interests. There are good days and some difficult moments, but I have much to be thankful for.
The first several weeks after Debbie's death were occupied with the business of dying. There were financial accounts to change, documents to complete, and all the other details that follow someone's death. Fortunately, Debbie and I had planned for most of this years ago, which made things much easier. Still, it seemed strange that after sharing 25 years together, so much of the process involved removing her name from things.One thing that has surprised me is how my perception of time has changed. Some days it seems like Debbie has been gone for years. Other days it feels like she died yesterday. I can't explain it, but time doesn't seem to work quite the way it used to.
Evenings are sometimes difficult. During the day, I have plenty to keep me occupied, but when things quiet down, time can slow to a crawl. I have lived alone for more than two years, so being by myself is nothing new. But there is a big difference between living alone and being a widower. Before, I could always look forward to my next visit with Debbie. Now that part of my life is over, and I miss it.
Fortunately, I continue to work at the Iowa FAIR Plan. Work gives me a reason to get up in the morning, get moving, and stay involved with people. Better yet, I genuinely enjoy what I do. Having something that provides both purpose and pleasure is a double blessing.
I miss Debbie, although perhaps not always in the ways I expected. I miss our daily visits, walking the halls of Edgewater holding hands, and the special days when she would recall my name when I arrived. I even miss some of those conversations that made absolutely no sense. We didn't need to say much to enjoy being together.
Being Debbie's caregiver taught me a lot about patience, flexibility, and living in the moment. Now I am learning how to be a widower again. (I lost Carol to cancer and Debbie to dementia. I am so blessed to have had a combined 53 years of marriage to two remarkable women.) So, this is another adjustment in life, and I suspect there will be a few more lessons along the way.
I don't intend to spend the rest of my life looking backward except in the celebration of good memories. There are still things I want to do, places to go, people to see, and experiences to enjoy. I know Debbie would want that for me. This past weekend I drove to Kearney, NE to see family and especially my beautiful, great granddaughter, Lucy.
I miss Debbie, and I always will. But I also know that life goes on, and I intend to make the most of it. I am grateful for the 25 years we shared, grateful that her suffering is over, and grateful for the family and friends who continue to support me.
Onward and Upward! Bob



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