What amazing friends and family... I’ve been overwhelmed by emails, letters, cards, flowers, well wishes, etc. And even more by the concern for me. The latter has been a bit awkward. Like Ricky – or maybe because of Ricky – it’s more my nature to care for others. I’m not comfortable being the focal point.
The most common question is “how are you doing”. To be honest, I don’t know the answer and from what I’m told, no two people grieve the same. If not sleeping, having no focus and wanting to talk/read/think about Ricky are normal at this stage than I guess I'm doing fine. It’s just a stage I need to go through.
Someone quite close to me used to be annoyed by her husband’s efforts to “take care of her.” I would not brand her a feminist, but she was of the opinion that she was quite capable of taking care of herself. I tried without much success to convince her that marriage was about the strength of the partnership. I tried to explain to her how I woke up each day with a desire to make Ricky’s day better, happier, easier. I know that Ricky did the same. The miracle of marriage is that two together are stronger than either would be alone. I think she finally understands what I was talking about.
I was thirty years old when I married Ricky, and I was doing an okay job on my own. I know that I’ll be okay, and also that I’ll never really be alone. Now I will wake each day with an unending desire to keep Ricky’s legacy alive. So, on that note, how are you? Please let me know.
Love and gratitude,
Gael
