Coming up in a few weeks, is the anniversary of my husband, Abe’s death.
Yes, it has been almost four years but I am just now beginning to get the full meaning of being on my own. Obviously, this is a universal problem; I am far from the only one dealing with all of the issues. But I have spent much time considering why I am experiencing my particular issues.
Again, as I stated in an earlier blog, each person has their own particular situation to deal with. For me, the one outstanding fact is that I had never been on my own. I met my husband as a teenager, and we basically did everything together. He never traveled on business, he was home for dinner every night at six, we did vacations and week-ends together, and all of our business activities we shared as equal partners. I was not in his office, but we both knew that I could step in at any moment and know what was going on. It worked for us.
Not that I was a dependent wife; no way. In fact, Abe used to say, “Why do you ask me what to do, when you are going to do what you want anyway?”
It’s true!
But I always wanted his input. Why waste a smart man’s opinion?
But, that is exactly what I miss now. On my own, I am still making decisions, but I miss his input; even if I didn’t use it.
From the Heart 