Well, what on earth has been going on in my neck of the woods lately?
Not much. Since my husband passed away, time seems to truly be creeping along at a snails pace. It’s been a hard time. Luckily the kids seem to have gone back to normal
life relatively well. Me on the other hand, not so much. I’ve done nothing but cry at least half a dozen times every day since he’s been gone. Are my emotions whacked?
Oh yeah, you betcha! Am I okay with that? Yes. Why? Not entirely sure but the tears I cry aren’t solely out of misery, they are also due to a deeper and growing love for
Troy. I look at his picture and I have mixed emotions. I cry because I miss him with every ounce of my body (and believe me, there are a lot of ounces in this body of
mine…lol) but I also smile because looking at him makes me so happy!
I also have lately been questioning myself as to if I failed him. I’m referring to the fact, did I do enough? Could I have done more? Was me not wanting him to leave and be
away from us while he was still alive in order to go out of state or even 3.5 hours North of us to go to one of the Cancer Treatment Centers what helped end his life? This
has been weighing heavily on me. Although part of me thinks that yes, it’s my fault he’s gone…another part of me thinks that’s wrong because as aggressive as the cancer was,
no matter what was done down here through his Oncologist, it stayed around and kept coming back bigger and stronger. I compared the pros and the cons and I thought
that with as aggressive as this cancer was, would I seriously want to lose out on even one tiny second of time with him to have him leave for treatment if the outcome was
still going to be the same?
Troy and I had spoken about him going away for treatment and he wasn’t exactly gung-ho about it either and he decided that it would be best to stay here and put our trust
in these doctors. Now that he’s gone, I’ve seriously been questioning so much in regards to why certain other things weren’t done, not just by me but also by his Oncologist.
We have a Cancer Institute here in town and at least to my knowledge, he never got in touch with them or even brought the place up. I only found out about it myself a few
short days before Troy passed. Bad timing huh?
All I know is that I miss Troy so very much. I love him more and more each and every day but of course missing him is getting worse too. The times when I would have
called him or sent him a text, I can no longer do. The times when I need one of his wonderful, reassuring hugs, I will no longer receive. It’s just been hard. It’s not even been
two months since he passed but it seems as though it should have been years that have gone by, that’s how slow the days have been going for me. Does that even make
sense? I have no clue. I’ve been emotionally, mentally and physically drained and in pain. It literally takes all of my power to get our son Taylor to his baseball games.
Well, I guess as they all say, in time things will get easier.
I guess we’ll see.