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Dear Rich
Friday, 5 December 2003
Remember ...


Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

by Christina Rossetti, from The Complete Poems (Penguin).


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Thursday, 4 December 2003
December 4, 2001
Hi sweetheart,

Well, this hasn?t been much of a journal so far has it? I?ve gotten out of dealing with feelings again and last night really had a fit of temper directed toward Kristin. I don?t know how or why it happened because it started out with Heidi in a snit (she has her period) and I guess along about 9:30 I mentioned to Kristin that it was her bedtime. She said she wasn?t tired as usual and then we got into how she?s not playing in the holiday concert this year because she?s been up so late that she can?t get up to get on the early morning bus. So Billy and Heidi got on her, like a couple of little parents, one criticizing her for wasting her time and money on the bass and the other saying to me that Dad wouldn?t let her get away with this, why do I let her get away with it? All of that made me really mad ? partly because they were interfering and partly because they?re right ? I?m too soft and they know it. Then I began to feel taken advantage of and that?s when I lost it.

Tsk, tsk?not good. So what was it then? I suppose it was not having you here to back me up to send the kids to bed like I should. Part of it was guilt for being too involved with the computer that Kristin feels she has to be down here with me ? I thought to myself, okay, I have to drag myself away from the damn thing long enough to get her into bed myself?and that means take a half hour to READ to her, spend time with her?and I should spend time with the other two as well! The email can wait, the lists are not that big a deal, and I can always write stories when I want?

So the anger I felt was driven by guilt (my own) and missing you ?

Today Kristin has the runs. She seems to have picked up a stomach virus. She?s had a couple of cups of tea so far?let?s see how she does.

I bought a laptop computer to take with us to Orlando ? NO I am not going to hook it up to the Internet. It?s strictly for keeping an account of our travels and maybe writing some stories in between.

I had an idea for a story about us?
So what do you think, Rich? Do you think you could get a message to me somehow that you like this idea? I?ll try working on it starting today ? maybe it could be that ?Great American Novel? you always thought I could write, huh?

Love you!

Me

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Wednesday, 3 December 2003
Dying from a broken heart
Grief's affects

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Tuesday, 2 December 2003
December 2, 2001
Dear Rich,

Another weekend gone like the wind?gee if the whole month goes this way, the holidays will be over with and maybe it won?t be so bad! I?ve been working most of the day on our website, adding pictures and stories and stuff and trying not to think about you. I went to the diner and had brunch/coffee with Robin and Cheryl, and we decided we?d walk together at the mall a couple of times a week?and we?d take the kids with us too. Soon we?ll be going to CT for the Jonathan Frid show, and the weekend after that we?ll be going to Florida.

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Monday, 1 December 2003
December 1, 2001
Dear Rich,

?And so this is Christmas, and what have you done? Another day over ? a new one?s just begun??

It doesn?t feel like Christmas although our radio station is playing the songs. It?s in the mid-sixties outside and you are not here. How can it be Christmas?

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Sunday, 30 November 2003
November 30, 2001
Hi sweetheart,

The last couple of days have been really tough. Last night I took the kids to the mall and we had our Christmas pictures taken. I wanted us to have a family portrait because we hadn?t done one in years, not since 1992 I think, and we hadn?t had Christmas portraits done in years either. The last time we were all together in a picture was at Oma's birthday last December...so hard to believe it's a year already!

And I looked at the proofs and just wanted to cry because their was this big open space where you should have been. How am I supposed to go on like this without you? All of our dreams of retirement, all the things we were going to do together ? all the places we were going to see?Rich, all of that died with you, and my heart is just breaking. I just cried and cired for like two hours last night.

I?m not really looking forward to going away to the Jonathan Frid show or to Orlando or anything else right now. I was telling Nancy that this feels like the Dark Shadows storyline about parallel time. The character goes into this room of the house and it changes and the character is in parallel time,where people look and act the same but things are still very different. I feel like I?m a character that accidentally got trapped into this parallel time world and now there is no way to get back. It?s horrible?

I love you and miss you still, my darling,
Me

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Saturday, 29 November 2003
November 29, 2001
Rich, I was so sad this morning listening to the radio as I drove to work. Bob Buckman on Q104 started out with a Christmas song but it was sad?I think it came out during the Gulf War but the words went something like?

Bells will be ringing this sad sad tune
Oh what a good time to sing the blues?
My baby?s gone?


Well, that did it. I was crying my eyes out and missing you so much. And here is the comforting part?when I got into the parking garage here, I started to get out of the car still feeling really shitty and then all of a sudden I could swear I smelled your aftershave, the one you used most recently before you died. I thought maybe you were just with me and I did feel better although I really miss you so much.

Do you remember the early years when we made Christmas ornaments together? You were into more of a variety than I was. You did crewel, counted cross stitch and painted ornaments. I just liked painting at that point although I did get into the counted cross stitch later. I guess we must have spent hours together doing that stuff. What happened to that? Did we start to drift away from each other once the kids came? That?s really too bad?that was really special, working together like that. I also remember playing Scrabble with you a lot and backgammon too. I?m sorry we fell away from that ? I guess it must have happened when we began working opposite shifts and had little free time to spend with each other. How sad. I better get away from this before I start bawling again. I?m at work ? this is not the place for it?

Love you,
Me

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Friday, 28 November 2003
November 28, 2001
Hi Sweetie,

Yuk! I?ve been feeling pretty lousy over the last couple of days. I?ve been feeling listless and very sleepy in the afternoons?feel almost like I?m going to pass out if I don?t take a nap. Yesterday I skipped the last meeting of our bereavement group, do you believe that? I just felt too tired and out of it to go ? or maybe I didn?t want to say goodbye .. or maybe I didn?t want to go out with them. Whatever, I just wasn?t in the mood. Joanne Melito called to see what happened and I explained to her that I just felt sick and to tell the group I?m sorry. Later on someone called and asked for me, but I told Billy to say I was asleep. So what is this? Am I depressed? I just didn?t want to be bothered.

I have been thinking about how much I want to write and how much you encouraged me to write a ?real? book. I was chatting in a chat room with Coral and told her I felt bad for goofing off and not trying to write. She said that I have nine angels around me saying that I could write three books in five years. LOL! Imagine that. Well, Angels, you?ve got to start pushing on me really hard to get me off my butt and moving!! I just don?t feel like doing anything at all?:P

Hey, you know what? Still haven?t heard from the Women?s Cottage. Someone bid on a personalized message from David Selby, went up to $300 and that didn?t meet the reserve. So someone told her they were just going to put that item up for bid again. Boy, I think those people are being really presumptuous!

I got a letter from your godmother, Milvi Erickson. It was good to hear from her and I will write her back. I think she?d be a great penpal?

Rich, I am so sad today. My eyes fill up with tears when I hear certain songs. I miss you so much. This is a really rotten time of the year to be without you. ?Tis the season to be jolly ? NOT. I try to be strong and then I hit a wall and fall apart. I don?t even know that I?m feel angry. Maybe there is anger under this deep sadness and loneliness?I miss the ?skin? touch but I miss the touch of souls too. No one knows as much about me as you did?and you probably did not even know everything. I feel empty today, empty and drained.


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Thursday, 27 November 2003
Happy Thanksgiving 2003
It's much better this year.

Wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving! :)

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November 27, 2001
Hi,

You know what happened this morning? I woke up at 5:49 and I thought you were there for just a moment, sleeping beside me. Then I realized that, of course, it was Kristin but I felt such a sense of comfort and peace. I wondered if that was really you lying there with me overnight. One of the widows sent a link around about life after death and I thought it was so cool. It said that life after death is not so different from here except on a different plane and that everyone is happy, filled with joy. Married couples can make love, too, they just don?t have babies. That would be so awesome!

Here?s something else that is wild ? I bid on a personal phone call from David Selby on ebay. The money is supposed to go to The Women?s Cottage and there was a reserve on it that I didn?t meet. I guess they were looking for like a thousand dollars or more because it said in the description you had to verify you had the money if that?s how much you bid and so on. My max was $300. I don?t mind donating to that charity although that is a little high and I did it for the hell of it, fully expecting to be outbid at the last minute. I ended up being the ONLY bidder! I couldn?t believe it and felt a little bad for Selby that NO ONE else bid on the personal call. There were three on the personally recorded message but even that fell short of the reserve.

When a reserve isn?t met then the seller can walk away from the deal. Anyway, I emailed the Women?s Cottage and said look, I am a recent widow with young children. I bid what I could afford, it?s not the reserve, can?t meet the reserve, what do you want to do? And the ball is in THEIR court now?

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