It’s a year since. This site is about Phyllis. Positive and reflective of our greatest blessing. Oftimes we try for warm and nostalgic. This particular post is not like that. I sincerely suggest no-one read it. It’s just for me. And the future. Like Wednesday’s visit, it has a different purpose. As with Adam and Jen, Jody and Tracy, if there’s family to follow, I want to assure they know what losing Phyllis really means. No la-di-dah stories, pix, idiosyncrasies. If only one post, I want them to know that, by a bazillion miles, losing myphyllis is the most devastating thing ever.
A Year Without
I don’t have a home any more. You were my home. My world simply makes no sense. When something, anything happens, I try to turn to mycuckoo and realize I’m no longer in that world where I belong to you. I’m in another world, this world, where I don’t belong at all. I belong where you are, mybeauty. More than anything, I need you to know you are my life. I so wished I had told you. Now is not my real life. My real life is when you were here. One can’t fly with one wing.
The kids are here, so so am I. Above all, you are Mom. This is something you still are. Your voice will always be there. More than any father could wish. Mom incarnate. You loved your boys far more than I could even have wished. Both boys talk about you all the time. They’re so like you; as extraordinary as you. They remember all good things beyond my reach right now. A year and three days ago, you said, “Thank you for giving me two wonderful sons.” And me being numb with denial, foolishly said nothing. What I should have said, of course, was “Thank you.” As you used to say, You’re the one….” You’re the one who made them special. Selfless was you. You’re the one we’re so very proud of. You’re the one who did everything.
You were everything. My everything. I was not very good at letting you know. It was what was so often unsaid in our marriage, and in the end, is what tears up my soul and leaves only pieces. I’m a ball of regret. People constantly advise don’t dwell in the past. But when one feels no present or future, that’s where one lives. Life is to share. When the person upon whom one is imprinted is gone, life as one knows it is gone.
You were it for me. I never loved any girl but you, though I certainly was terrible at it. We argued over everything, but there were never affairs or separations or even threats of that crap. As rocky as our marriage was, we knew we were each other’s forever.
We are so different, so quarrelsome,. and often unhappy and distant, yet addicted to each other’s presence. I know I was never more or less than what I saw in your eyes.
I was not your Prince Charming. By a longshot. I did not give you the life you wished.
The person in the universe who regrets the most in his llfe is, at worst, tied for 1st with me.
You’re the most selfless, caring person I’ve ever been blessed to know. You deserved better than me. I didn’t buy you the house you deserved, the trips you deserved, the times you deserved. You always worked, school and home. I didn’t pay you the attention you deserved. I’m not the husband you deserved—and it’s heartbreaking. I love you far more than I deserve to say, and certainly more than there are words to depict. Even if I were not the best person for you, you were certainly the best person for me.
I never mentioned, talked about, or even referred to death. Not even once. I always told you I’d never let anything happen to you. And I must have been in serious denial, because I truly, truly believed it. I never even reminisced, because I thought that would somehow give you the impression that our memories until then, were all we’d have. It’s an unbearable regret that I callously took that from myphyllis. Once you did refer to passing. The last day you were conscious, you said some things I won’t share. But when you thanked me for “our two wonderful sons,” you added, “even if one gets tickets”, because that was you. More than anything I could write, that was you, myphyllis. And you told me, “I worry about you if I’m gone.” You knew.
But I had a special relationship with God. I’d spoken directly to Him every night since I was a toddler. I’d followed my own given commandments. I’d already had sufficient tragedy. I knew of bigger recidivisms, remissions, miracles. We’d been through your NDE anaphyllaxes twice. The doctors never told us until the last two months. Didn’t matter. I knew you weren’t going to die. Now it seems the most irrational case of denial ever.
It just never struck that I’d lose you. I never conceived that we could be apart. Even near the end, I just would not believe it. It wasn’t going to happen. What an idiot. I think, therefore I’m numb.
I shop, feed the kitties, do the laundry, clean the house, do the bills, clean the litter, cook the meals, do the dishes, talk to the neighbors, even a few times answer the phone, take care of the kids’ problems; all the things that took so much of your after-work time, effort, and energy, which I knew but never really knew. Of course, I don’t do any as well as you; but no-one could.
I know it’s too late. It aches and aches of sorrow. But, in the year, I’ve tried to do ten things you asked of us, but just didn’t do. I’ve kept your cats happy and healthy (though I hate them), lost 75 pounds(on the no-reason-to-live diet), found the wedding album, found the Mama Dora video, cleaned out the garage and replaced all the cardboard, filed all the piles of paper, and arranged for the tiling(Bev and Dave were about to do it when Beverly had her own flood, but it will be done), and paid off The Bastards, the $120,000 college loan and much of the astounding medical bills (thanks to Bob’s expertise overcoming the evil payees and our own financial ineptitude) and shaved off the beard (in two weeks no-one but the kids has noticed), as you always wished. Too late, Alan.
I still wear dark glasses because I cry at any trigger; some beget uncontrollable sobbing; and, when I’m alone, unbearable wailing. Everything’s a trigger, awakening another memory of you.
I see a couple walking; I hate them.
I was jogging. I had the earpiece in and ‘Lady in Red’ came on. Bob drove by and pulled up aside. He asked me something, but I was crying, and he thought I’d gone over the edge. The truth was, I’d gone over the edge..
I went to Costco. I bought my usual frozen yogurt cup. The clerk said, “One spoon or two?” I started bawling.
No-one could miss anyone any more than I miss you
There are 450 songs on our iphone. Every morning while I run, many make me cry. Thee are some lines when I can’t breathe…..
“There’s a place for us” Westside Story
“Didn’t tell her I’m so happy she’s mine” Elvis Presley
“Everything means nothing, if I ain’t got you” Alycia Keys
“Ain’t no mountain high enough, keep me from you” Marvin Gay
“He loved one woman for all his life” Chevy commercial
“Cause we shared the laughter and the pain, and even shared the tears
There’s so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why
You’re the only one who really knew me at all” “I will protect you, from all around you
“Cause you’ll be in my heart, now and forever more” Phil Collins
“The long and winding road, has left a pool of tears, crying for the day.
Don’t leave me standing here, let me know the way” Beatles
“Someday we’ll be together” Supremes
“If you should ever leave me,
God only knows what I’d be without you” Beach Boys
“Miss you like crazy, every hour, every day
No matter what I say or do, there’s just no getting over you” Natalie Cole
“There’s a new world somewhere they call The Promised Land,
And I’ll be there someday, if you will hold my hand
I could search the whole world over until my life is through,
But I know I’ll never find another you” Seekers
“Darling, I never showed you, Assumed you’d always be there
Never had I imagined, Living without your smile
And I know you’re shining down on me from Heaven
And I know eventually we’ll be together” Mariah Carey
“Can’t believe you ain’t here, I’d do anything to bring you back
I saw your son today, He looks just like you
Can’t wait to see, If you open The Gates for me” Puff Daddy
and
“It’s just you and me, It’s where I want to be
And when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away” Chris DeBurgh
I’m so proud and grateful I was married to you.
Nevertheless, when I awaken, I remember the now. Though I know I should, I don’t think of the good times. I miss you like crazy. No dreams, sharing, laughter, love; no meaning. You are, and will always be, the love of my life. Forever, inconceivably, the reality, the finality of your terrible journey is overwhelming. Cuccahyodeez, I so wish I’d realized. Right now, no-one on earth knows, better than me, how fleeting life is, because I was the poster boy for not knowing. You’re the most beautiful girl, both inside and out, in the world, and I love you to the sky, mycuckoo. But to breathe is to miss you. It isn’t just that I miss you; it’s you need to know how much I miss you. And how special you are.
At the family unveiling, I upset my mom by throwing my yarmulke in anger. And I’m still way, way beyond white-hot-livid. Few people should (and the doctors said, could) have endured what besieged you. You fought like hell, but fortune was never on your side. He took my life too, after all. It can’t be real, but it is. We were supposed to grow old together.
Most of the angry reality that occluded my life has morphed into pain and sadness. Every single morning I cannot fucking believe this. Every night I ask your forgiveness and for me-instead-of-you. From rage to exist. With one ire I’ll never forgive. What happened, especially in the end, was so far from what you deserved that God/ destiny/chance really owe us. And I will forever be furious at taking you from me and our kids, until and if it’s somehow made good. So enduring is my only hope and raison-d’etre, illogical and loony as it once seemed, to see you, again. Every night I ask that. Every night I offer to trade my life for one minute to say what was unsaid. Aside from seeing you again, what I want most in this life, what I pray, is that you do know how you’re loved, missed, and extraordinary. So I ask to be able to tell you, or at least you know.
Just thinking that I may never talk to you, or touch you, or just watch you sleep is eternal hell.