I am a woman with two suitors.
Last night I fixed a lovely meal and rented Iron Man 2 to watch with Hubby.
I didn’t think I would like Iron Man 2 but I love my hubby and he has been wanting to see it……ahh, the sacrifices we make.
But instead, My Grief entered around 8:00….uninvited, unwanted, and picked me up, carried me into Samantha’s room and placed me on her bed.
And I cried. I cried in the company of My Grief who had become huge and overpowering….apparently feeling like I had neglected him for a bit too long.
I cried myself to sleep.
Hubby came in after my cry with Grief and escorted me to bed.
“I love you,” he said as I drifted off.
He had rescued me….just as the princess is rescued from the dragon’s claws. He confronted My Grief, my huge, over-powering, Iron-Man-night-ruining Grief and took me back.
Grief can be a mighty monster to challenge. We’ll watch Iron Man 2 tonight.
6 thoughts on “My Two Suitors”
Oh, Heather. I love you and send you hugs . . .
Heather, I am almost relieved when you write so boldly and honestly about your grief. I'm not sure how you're doing it — living your life so gloriously, allowing Grief to settle in for a bit and then watching it go. I am sorry. I send you love and peace and continued courage.
Love you Heather! I guess Grief didn't feel like sharing and wanted his turn. It must be so hard when he shows up, but I suppose there is an element of lovely as he escorts you to her pretty rooom, to remind you of her perfection and sweetness.
I agree with your friend Elizabeth – I am thankful that you share this with us. Hugs to you and I'm thankful you're in my life.
I am getting caught up…I'm sorry I missed this to comment. I hope this week is better…love you dear friend.
((())) and tears; I wish those eased your grief, to know that others feel for you, care for you, and cry with you. Lots of hugs and tears. I hope you got to watch the movie with your husband and had a moment where grief was held at bay.