He was a perfectionist with his art, unfortunately he wasn't a perfectionist with his health. I've never known anyone who can create so many beautiful and complex pieces as he did. From working with wood to copper, bronze, ivory and ceramics. From furniture making to drawings to scultpures. His scope of talents went across different forms of art. But I will tell you that he was one of the most gifted artists I've ever met in my life. I won't go into all the details of our relationship since that's a whole different story. We met back in July 1993 and from there started 24 1/2 years of good times, bad times and even more good times.
It's still so hard for me to believe that he's gone.īefore I go any further, I thought I'd introduce you to my husband, Tony. I guess you can say this experience scars you for life.Ī picture of us celebrating Christmas a few years ago at a friend's house. The problem is that the puzzle doesn't fit the same way it did before, and there's no hiding where each piece meets the next. And now, I'm trying to put the pieces back together. Ever since my husband, Tony, passed away my life feels like it's blown up into a million jigsaw type pieces. But I'm a firm believer in doing that which feels right. Who knows, I may not agree with my own decisions after more time has passed. You may or may not agree with the decisions I've made throughout my journey. Forgive my language, but this widowhood thing totally sucks! If you're reading this, chances are you've lost your husband or significant other. And even though, as widows, we've all lost our husbands, remember that the roads we walk aren't necessarily the same. It might help to know you're not alone in this God awful journey. After some hesitation I decided to go ahead and write about my experiences and maybe, it might help another widow. My husband, my best friend, my mentor, my lover. It's been 4 months and 13 days since he passed away. Waiting to wake up from the nightmare of widowhood. I do remember thinking how surreal everything appeared to be.
I honestly can't remember much of anything else for those first couple of weeks. Making arrangements for his cremation and the Memorial service being the primary ones. I knew there were things I needed to take care of. Like I was walking through a fog, just going through the motions of life. Even though we had been together for over 24 years, we decided it was time to get married.Īt least that's how it felt for me initially. He had been diagnosed with congestive heart failure. One of the last pictures taken of my husband before his death.
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