i'm down. i don't know why. well, i do know why. i saw something on the social media venue of Facebook.
sometimes they suggest or ask if you know someone based on facts you have given them. there was a woman i knew from a long time ago.
a girl.
from grade school. i knew her from 1st grade to 11th grade. i flipped through her photos and saw a photograph of her standing with another girl i knew from that same time period. they had both grown up in our town, stayed, and married brothers. they were "sisters" as well as sisters-in-law.
there were also photographs of them standing with their husbands. and it hit me.
these two girls i had grown up with were family. they had known each other for over 50 years. friends. family. sisters. they have roots in the town they grew up in. homes. lives. everything so familiar. so comforting. home.
they were still home. they had created their own homes at home.
they looked so happy. of course i have no way of knowing if they truly are happy; if they have longings or wistful dreams of having done something else. but in those one or two photographs i saw a sense of family and community and deep commitment to a place, land, people, town, to each other as a family that i have never known.
and it has brought me down. i look at my life and do not see any security. i had to move so many times for various reasons.
me. whose only childhood dream was of a forever home where i could be part of a church, a town, have lifelong neighbors and friends. a little house where i lived and loved and raised my family. a marriage where i was loved and loved.
well, i got the love part right here at the end of my dragon's life. such a brief time so late. but i cherish it. and i miss it. i miss it so much that i ache.
i miss his holding me. i miss his laugh. i miss just knowing he is there. because he's not there.
he was home. no matter where we had to move, (and even in this marriage we had to move) i was home with him.
home. it is such a strong word.
there is a back story to all this that i will never tell anyone. it is a secret that haunts me and keeps me close to the darkness, too close. things have happened to me throughout my life that i wish i could part with, share with someone; but i can't.
home. i wish he were here to hold me and make me feel like i was home.
i will work through this but that is all. i am the creation; i am what is left due to all the things that have happened to me.
i guess we all are.
3 comments:
Yes--I understand as I was missing Fred so much this morning. I am so grateful for the time we had, but I wish we had met decades earlier and that we didn't makes me a bit angry. It is as it is. Most of the time, that is all right, but some of the time...it just isn't.
I am so sorry to read you feel like this, - please know you are not alone. I feel like the outsider again after being widowed, - my small portion of being "normal" ie, with someone who understood me - is over, and am now back to the familiar and sad feeling of being alone. Children gone, home town gone, familiar faces gone. I too recently saw pictures of an old friend with her two sisters, and surrounded my genuinely joyful family members, and the pain, oh my God! What would I give for connections like that, and to belong somewhere. For some reason, it is back to the lonely path. So no, please do not feel like the only one of your tribe left :) there are others out here too, - but oh boy, that pain of wishing I had a little bit of that soul community hurts like hell! take care and best wishes from a friend in England.
thank you both so much for your understanding. when i write here, it probably seems like i am truly suffering deeply on a daily basis. for the most part i am okay, okay being the operative word. i am fine but have my low moments. i vent here. get it out of my system. i appreciate all the comments, the support. i appreciate all of you.
peace to all who read. peace and light to all who grieve.
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