I’m mostly doing okay, though it’s going to take a long time to get used to living without my life mate. I keep thinking that I’ve been good about dealing with all I’ve had to deal with, so now it’s time to go home to him. I’m not sure what will be worse, still feeling that I can go home, or how I will feel when I get to the point where I know deep down that I can’t ever go home. Maybe by that time I’ll find my home within myself, but I am a long way from there yet. I am going through the grieving process way too fast, though. I see our life and my connection to it and him moving away from me at ever increasing speeds. It scares me, the thought of losing that connection. Scares me even more to think of growing old alone. I’m okay now, but what will I do when the physical limitations start?
I came across an interesting comment in a book today (Colony by Anne Rivers Siddons):
“Only the very young and old know the tranquility of the moment. The contentment of living each day as it comes to them, wholly and with all senses. The young do it because they know nothing, yet, of pain and fear and the transience of their lives; the old because they know everything of those things and can bear them only by staying in the moment.”
I’m not exactly old yet, though I too need to deal with life only moment by moment. Otherwise the pain — still! — is overwhelming, as is the fear. I can live this day, accepting what comes, even the tears. In the end, that’s all any of us have while we are alive — this day. If we can’t carpe diem, the next best thing is just to survive it.