It is coming up on a year since my dear husband died.There have been nights of crying,times when I have slapped a pillow over my face and howled in pain.
Today,I saw my P.A and asked her for an anti-depressent to help me through this time.
Wrote another widowed Kossack,asking for help-and I got some very heartfelt,caring
words back.
Bracing myself for a few aching months remembering the day,the hour,the minute
when my Lou left me.
21 October 2010,10:57 P.M EST.
It hurts, it will always hurt.
Yet,running through these sad memories is a deep feeling of thankfulness.
Why ?
Because I was his legal wife.
He died,at home in my arms--where he belonged.
Because I was his legal wife.
I laid him out,pulled the catheter. I closed the body bag over his face. I gave him the last
kiss he would ever get from me.
I recieved the flag that draped his coffin.
Because I was his legal wife.
I was able to say-'In lieu of flowers,donations may be made to Shelter Box,in his name,to
say "I am reading these poems,during the service.'
Because I was his legal wife.
I am grateful ! grateful! that no-one could gainsay me ,nor block my wishes ,nor deny
me the right to be at his deathbed,his grave side.
It eased my sorrow,eased my mourning a trifle.
And then I think of all those who have loved and cherished for a lifetime--and been
denied even these rights and comforts,because of hateful bigots.
Damn the DOMA.Damn the cruel bigots who would deny a grieving spouse these rights, these comforts.
'Think not to direct the course of love, for love,if it finds you worthy will direct your course.'- Kahlil Gibran
Too many loveworthy have been savaged by hateful,hating bastards.
Dedicated to my husband's memory.