It's been quite the weekend here. My folks in town for support for my aunt, who lost her husband of 54 years. He passed away on his birthday, and its been devastating for that family. For all of us; he was the kind of guy who was a friend to everyone he met.
The good parts, and the bad, is now all the remembrances, hearing stories, telling stories, and sadly, realizing that I don't and won't ever have the kind of continuity these two had. And the family stories from my cousins.... and I know what characteristics are important in a man, in a family. Because of my history, I've always felt the odd man out, never fitting in because I ... couldn't, didn't stay married. And now, being single, my world is much different than the rest of theirs. It makes a few things, a few conversations, feel very awkward. But it makes me aware that my single life and activities aren't all that I want from life. I want someone to share the rest of my days with me; someone who feels about me the way I know my uncle felt about my aunt Margie, the way my cousin feels about his wife -- and isn't afraid of showing the world.
Is that too much to ask for, or expect?
HUGS to everyone
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