This week is coming upon my most hated week. This is the week, I will have a harder time being "me". There might be some extra anger, and more sadness.
On February 14, 2012, I got the phone call that my ex-husband had been found deceased. We were heading out the door for Valentines dinner and festivities. I actually did go out, only to get my thoughts organized, and to absorb myself. Sat at a restaurant, cried and picked at my food. I was wondering how I was going to tell my daughter that her dad was gone. What words could possibly make this any better? She was 12, so she is not a fool. She knew something was up when I left and told her that her dad was "sick", but we would discuss it when we got home.
I had to sit her down, and tell her that her father was not in the hospital. He was not at home either. She wanted to know where he went. I told her that he was gone. She wanted to know where, and I think she knew...but didn't want to think that way. The look on my face told her he was really gone. We were speechless, and mourned quietly together. This week will suck.
He passed away February 14, 2012, 36 years old. Was laid to rest February 18, 2012. I give him this tiny speck of a spot in the universe to acknowledge that he is still with us. He has not been forgotten.
Tell someone you love them today. You never know when it might be your last chance. Cherish every second. I live differently because of his loss. Life is so short!
RIP Scotty. Still in your daughters heart and mine. xoxo
On February 14, 2012, I got the phone call that my ex-husband had been found deceased. We were heading out the door for Valentines dinner and festivities. I actually did go out, only to get my thoughts organized, and to absorb myself. Sat at a restaurant, cried and picked at my food. I was wondering how I was going to tell my daughter that her dad was gone. What words could possibly make this any better? She was 12, so she is not a fool. She knew something was up when I left and told her that her dad was "sick", but we would discuss it when we got home.
I had to sit her down, and tell her that her father was not in the hospital. He was not at home either. She wanted to know where he went. I told her that he was gone. She wanted to know where, and I think she knew...but didn't want to think that way. The look on my face told her he was really gone. We were speechless, and mourned quietly together. This week will suck.
He passed away February 14, 2012, 36 years old. Was laid to rest February 18, 2012. I give him this tiny speck of a spot in the universe to acknowledge that he is still with us. He has not been forgotten.
Tell someone you love them today. You never know when it might be your last chance. Cherish every second. I live differently because of his loss. Life is so short!
RIP Scotty. Still in your daughters heart and mine. xoxo
