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Remember, folks: whenever a woman says "die for me because you are a man," just look her in the eye and say "my body, my choice."

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Gratitude, Tears, and Lots of Baby Steps

I am taking lots baby steps toward the future while Corporal and other members of my family take umbrella steps over and around me, settling the estate and getting ready to move back to Hooterville.  What we have collectively accomplished in days, would have taken me months on my own.  Mac knew we had raised a fine son, but these past two weeks would have blown his mind.  That young man has his head on straight and he can work like a machine.  The Marines are lucky to have him.  Many of our most urgent tasks have now been accomplished, and I find myself with a few quiet hours now and then.

It has been two and a half weeks since Mac's death. My wedding ring no longer feels "new" on my right hand, and today I changed my Facebook status to "Widowed" (does that make it more official?) Neither seems to make it more real. Having spent part of last year in a Commuter Marriage, I'm still half expecting a text telling me what time to meet him at the airport.

In spite of this wrenching loss, I think I'm one of the most fortunate people on this planet.  I spent twenty-five years married to a man I never deserved (no, I'm not being modest) and I have a family whose love, kindness and generosity defy description.  I also have more friends than I ever realized.  I am humbled and overwhelmed by the kindness and the offers of support and help that I have received from so many readers, both here and at AVfM, most of whom I have never met in person.  I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Emotionally I've been somewhat numb, out of necessity, but not completely shut down.  Back in early June, when Mac and I came home after his CT scan, and his doctor called to send him back to the hospital for admission, I was looking over his shoulder as he wrote down what they found on the scan.  (I have since thrown out that scrap of paper, but those words are forever etched in my mind.)  I knew right then what was coming but none of us knew how fast it would happen, and the panic attacks started immediately.  I hid most of my fear and grief from him because I didn't want him to worry about me - and he would, especially being too sick to offer me much comfort.  But I learned how to cry again.  I don't cry often and I rarely get upset, but there was no denying I had a lot to cry about and I couldn't pretend otherwise.  I spent those three weeks grieving, both for what he would face and for what I would face. Of course he hid his fears from me as well; I might try to convince myself that he had no idea what was happening in his body while we waited for a diagnosis, but I'd just be deluding myself.  He was hoping to regain enough strength to fight the cancer, at least for a while, but he knew where it was heading. And I now know that he was protecting me and carrying his burden even more quietly than I was carrying mine.  Like he always did.

It is just such realizations which bring the tears.  While stumbling through estate paperwork and attending to the many tasks I need to accomplish, I keep tripping over so many things he has done for my benefit, things he did without my knowledge, never expecting a word of thanks.  And I'm absolutely certain there is much more that I'll never know.  He never "kept score."  He never expected praise for his praiseworthy actions. He simply, reflexively even, did to the best of his ability, what he knew he needed to do.  Right up until hours before he died.  And not once since I've known him has he complained that it wasn't fair, even when it really wasn't fair.  Maybe he took pride in being a man I could take for granted, while I tried hard not to take him for granted.  I guess I'll never know, but I sure wish I could have at least a few more years to try to even the score, that score he never kept.  I know I was a pretty good wife, but he was a man who deserved so much more.

I probably won't be writing with my heart on my sleeve any more; it makes me uncomfortable anyway. I'll continue to move forward now, but a part of me will be kicking and screaming along the way for quite some time. I just don't want to leave him behind. I believe he's with me in spirit and I know that his personality has largely shaped my personality, so he'll never be entirely gone.  And I see much of him in our son.  I know that those ashes buried in a bronze box in his hometown are not what I treasure of him, but it was so hard to walk away from his grave.  My life is not empty or meaningless, and I suspect it never will be, but there's a Mac-shaped hole in my heart that I couldn't fill even if I wanted to. I'll have to get used to that.


  1. At least your husband died knowing what a class act his wife was. God bless you both.

  2. I don't have words.

    I hug won't make it better, but if you need one, I'll offer one.

  3. I am so very sorry for your loss. I wish I could help in some way.


  4. I'm so sorry for your loss. I admire your coping skills. You're amazing.

  5. +`1 All comments. And you had a large part in raising such a fine son.

  6. Suzanne: Scatmaster here.

    I am deeply sorry for your loss. I do not have the words to tell you how much you have meant to me with your articles and commentary on AVFM.

    I did not even know that you had a blog until now.
    Reading the posts about your husband and family has brought me to tears.

    I am hoping at some point you and I can meet in person or at least talk on line in a chat situation.

    I am not a church going man but God Bless you Suzanne.

    Please feel free to email me at

    It will get through to me.

  7. I never met Mac but remember you talking about him occasionally while he was in the background pottering about.

    When you told me that there was poor news from the doctor's office I knew you'd be going through a rough straight and Mac "leading the way" as it were.

    So sorry he died so quickly and your words are needed for closure of course, but they comfort those who love you.

    You're our sister and we give a damn mate.

  8. I lost my partner just over four years ago-and while it is true-you will always have that hole in your life-it is equally true (if trite) to say that, with time, it becomes more bearable.

    Keep the happy memories and remember the love and the caring, those will stay with you, forever.

    My deepest and most heartfelt sympathy for your loss.

    Political Cynic/a/k/a David

  9. I am so, so sorry for your loss. I wish that words could help, but I know they aren't enough...I thank God for your son, and for the years you did have with your husband.

  10. I didnt comment before coz I am at a loss for words.
    I was amazed to see you back at AVFM so soon. You are a remarkable person Suz. I wish you the best.

  11. I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier but please accept my belated sympathy for your loss.


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