“That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind”. William Wordsworth
I still cannot bring myself to see any images of my dear wife.
In a few days, it will be five months since she left me. If she is still with me, on the 13th August, Lucy would be seventy-five years of age. No, I do not grieve much as I have no regrets or “what if” thoughts of the life we lived together since I was twenty-one and she, twenty-three….but I miss her desperately….and when it hits me, it is all I can do to breathe and pull myself together to go live what there is left of my own life.
But I am not the only one that has lost a dear love. There are many others who too are similarly burdened…and we all need to move on with our lives. To all of you who have given me support, and words of strength to carry on….thank you. To my son and daughter who have been there for me in my deepest sorrow…I love you both and thank you.
And to myself, I know that time will not dim what memories that are still with me of my life together with my dear wife.
My intent is to live life as I have always loved it. Unburden by what others think of what I do, but never to live it selfishly without due regards of others. I know no one owes me a living. I want to try and do good to others, for in doing so it does more good to me than to them. Yes, a selfish act on my part but such is life. No more hills to climb no more wants or desires to fulfill…well none that will drive me to despair or dement. Comfortable in my own being. Come to think of it…a good place to be when you are almost 73 years of age.