Step 1-Moving On

Last week, Carly faced the loss of her husband and with the help of her best friends and her two big dogs, she began to make a plan and also she had posted a calendar on the wall to keep track of the days. They entered without knocking, footsteps clattered down the hallway where I waited but instead of rushing to set down their casseroles, her friends stopped and stared at the large calendar where she had printed A L D. Cindy said, “What’s A L D, Carly, I don’t understand what those letters stand for and I bet no one else does.” “After Larry Died,” I said and knew my best friends wouldn’t understand because I’m the one to who has to figure it out, make sense of no more Larry. “Don’t stare at me; don’t worry about me because somehow I’ll figure it out. Three pair of eyes fastened on me with a single minded purpose as I absently spooned beef stew on my plate without an appetite. Jana, our beautiful lawyer said,”Carly, we’ve come up with a plan to make widowhood bearable and we want you to listen right now because this will help you move on.” I thanked them all after listening to their ideas but I knew no one really understood; and soon my best friends left me alone to figure out what came next in my sad life but one thing I had to do so up to the bathroom I went and emptied all of Larry’s bottles of various meds plus his shaving cream, razor blades, deodorant, and anything no longer needed and then I pored everything into the big wastebasket and crazy me rushed outside in the cold night, dogs running after me, and on this freezing night I grabbed a shovel and dug a big hole as I cried and cried, the dogs ran around me and huddled when suddenly they ran to the back of our back yard where a shimmer appeared almost taking a form and they played and yipped. When they ran to me panting in joy, I said,” Did you have fun with the big guy and knew the next time he’d be with me.


20 thoughts on “Step 1-Moving On

  1. Hi, my friends. Today I’m moving on with a true story from years ago when I had to say goodbye to my husband. Thanks for taking the time to check this out and know although he’s gone, I smile and continue writing.

  2. Grief is definitely something a person has to go through on their own time. And no one can control that timeline for another. Nice snippet!

    • GF, you are a peach, always there for me. When I lost my guy, I had read info regarding colors meaning so much and that’s how I learned. In the long run, colors meant a lot and I used it all the way ’til the very end. Hope all is well. Would you believe I still read your earliest books and love them.

  3. The clearing out of all the little things that make up a life, like toothbrush and shaving cream, is so painful yet so necessary. It’s nice that she got an affirmation at the end.

  4. This tugs at my heart, dear friend. How you listened, patiently, while knowing they wouldn’t understand. The shimmer—wow… Goosebumps stuff, but in a good way.


    No snippet for me this week.

  5. I understand her taking all his things and burying them, having another funeral of sorts to help her make the situation real. We all process loss differently, but I understood this completely. The shimmer was a great touch!

  6. Well-meaning friends who don’t really understand can make things more painful. She/You were so patient with them. Everybody processes grief their own way. You made me feel her anguish as she buried his incidentals. The Shimmer freaked me out at first. Then I realized what it meant. So touching.

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