Today I am wistful for a different time.
For a time when I always knew exactly where I stood.
For a time when I didn’t worry about everything.
For a time when I knew beyond a doubt that I was someone’s whole world.
For a time that didn’t involve me second guessing myself and every decision I make.
For a time when the word widow did not apply to me.
Today I am wistful for an earlier time.
A time when my life wasn’t marked as before and after.
A time when my family was intact.
A time when my son had his father.
A time when hospital stays things were the only thing that separated us.
A time when the word widow did not apply to me.
Today I am wistful for an easier time.
For a time when I didn’t know what it meant to have the eyes of grief.
For a time when I didn’t know how to plan a funeral or order death certificates.
For a time when I didn’t have to force myself to get out of bed everyday.
For a time when I wasn’t a solo parent.
For a time when the word widow did not apply to me.
Today I am wistful for a different time.
A time when my life made sense.
A time when I wasn’t always physically and emotionally exhausted.
A time when I could sleep through the entire night.
A time when my heart didn’t ache with certain memories.
A time when the word widow did not apply to me.
Today I am wistful for a different, earlier, easier time.
Maybe it’s because Camp Widow is this weekend.
Maybe it’s because my life is full of unknowns right now.
Maybe it’s because I feel like I’m not in control and I like to be in control.
Maybe it’s because big changes are on the horizon.
Maybe it’s because of this crazy widow life.
Today I am wistful for a different, earlier, easier time.
Or maybe it’s wishful.