November has always been my favorite month, Thanksgiving my favorite holiday. I have been laboring hard the past few weeks, getting this farm ready for a winter's rest. I watched the lunar eclipse ( well parts of it ) and thought about Rick, hoping that he was somewhere seeing the magnificent spectacle of a cold autumn night and mother nature's magic.
This will be my second holiday season without him. I think the reality of it is that it's actually the first that I am fully aware. Last year's season was just a passing of time, between family members with Covid and the crater of darkness that his passing created, the sunrises and sunsets happened without fanfare. I did decorate a tree and paint a few cards but that empty space consumed me.
It's not that you get use to the emptiness it just becomes a part of who you are. Learning to live a life alone after spending 46 years with someone is a jigsaw puzzle of emotions and decisions. Each of us will or has handled loss differently. When my parents and brother died, I threw myself into work but when Rick died I faced the ugliness of grief head on. Covid and the isolation that it brought to the world caused so many of us to grieve alone.
I can tell you this, we who survived that grief and loss are not to be taken lightly. My tolerance for greed, hate and ugliness has disappeared. I know how quickly life can change, how precious moments are and those who have walked this path seem to be in agreement with me.
So Thanksgiving will continue to be different. I will cook a bit this year. I will as always ( even in the darkest of days) think of things to place on my gratitude list. For me, friends hold a special place on that list, without those who stood by me my life would be so cold and empty. My animals, this farm gave me healing energy when I thought there was none and family, who even in their grief stood by me.
My hopes for the coming winter's rest is that creativity will blossom for me and that my body will continue to remain healthy and strong. For others who are in the throes of grief, hold on. Life changes, you will change, that's all I know.
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