My precious father died suddenly and unexpectedly (to us - in retrospect, he had an inkling, we believe) at age 65 a year ago. He and my mom had been together since she was 14.
In his last few months, dad told mom a few times how terrific they were, how far they'd come since being impoverished, abused kids in NYC, what a nice family and life they'd built. And that was true. Mom liked to say, "We had it all, like Bogey and Bacall." And she - and we - like to remember dad with smiles and pride, if usually through tears.
Because they had just retired and moved to warmer climes, mom essentially has lost her whole life. (Dad had wanted to stay here but gave mom her wish to live winters warm - and they did get one warm winter together - he died the last day of that winter, in fact.)
She tries: she volunteers, she goes to a craft studio 2x a week for hours, she goes to movies, bingo, lunches. But her main feeling about life is emptiness and 'why bother?'
2007-04-20
02:10:37
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