i wondered how to practically face the day & i did something very out of character for me. i did what i wanted and did not go visit him. fridays are typically a visiting day. yes, i there is some guilt but also tending to my heart felt more important, and facing the sad and ugly of dementia was too much. i chatted on the phone about the funnies of life with his daughter in florida, went for a manicure and had my nails painted light rosy pink like i wore on our wedding day, pulled some weeds in the garden {yes, after the manicure}, ran with the boys to target to purchase sweet brown eyes a "dress outfit" and we attached the net to the trampoline santa did not have time to install during his late night visit on Christmas eve. the night was finished off with homemade turkey noodle soup in spite of the 80 degree weather and a dirty martini with 3 olives. that's how he liked them.
and i made it through the day just fine. a few tears, yes, but last year on our anniversary i was touring facilities. places to call home for pjm. and the rest of that day is a blur. i don't know what we did for dinner or if there was any "celebration" to speak of. being a year from those hard decisions gives a sense of accomplishment. remembering, we can do hard things together as a family & survive.
and tonight we will celebrate as a family. pjm loved the theater. i know, who would think a rough, nail driving construction man would love musicals, but he did. i think all of the costumes, music and dance made him feel alive and part of the performance. so i am dressing up sweet brown eyes {he only wears athletic clothes & owns only track pants}, loading up the rest of the family and we are off to hollywood to see the lion king. promise to post pics on instagram!
happy day after #27.
wishing we could have celebrate over dinner & martinis.
but i am also thankful i know right where you are
and not driving around town like a loon in search of your wandering ass.
miss your big-bold-strong presence in my daily life,
but those warm memories of our adventurous marriage are aplenty.
thanks for asking my to be your wife on our way to mammoth so long ago.
and you continue to teach me & our children how marriage and family
are about giving-determination-dedication.
hakuna matata my love.
chrissy
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