Wake me up when December ends

It’s December 1, 2011.

I bought a new car today.

My very first new car ever.

The very first car I have bought all by myself.

Something bright and shiny and new to replace the old and falling apart, frustrating and faded.

I should feel happy.

But I don’t.

I am gripped by the worst grief I have felt in months.

“A new car – you are so lucky” she said.

“I am not lucky” I wanted to shout. “The only reason I have to buy this is because Greg is dead. If he were alive, he would have fixed the old car.”

“…and all that bright, shiny money I paid for the new car wouldn’t have been available because it would have still been sitting in his superannuation account.”

This conversation never took place though.

The second half of it … my half of it… took place in the shower as I washed off the dirt of the day like so much armour surrounding my heart.

…and I broke.

By the time I dragged myself from under the hot water, big, fat, salty tears were plopping onto the bath mat at my feet.

I gripped the door frame for support as drop after drop fell from my eyelashes to puddle onto the floor.

My whole body was heaving with silent sobs as I crawled into our (my) cold bed, and as I lay down the tears ran in a steady rivulet down my face to soak the pillow behind my head.

…and I wonder if I am feeling this way because today marks 21 months since Greg’s head and chest were destroyed so badly by the bulbar of a truck, that I never saw him again.

… or am I feeling this way because I am having to face my second Christmas alone.
….my second Christmas as a sole parent.
…trying to put some sparkle into the children’s lives to make a semblance of a happy childhood.
…trying to fake a joy that I don’t feel and trying to summon a belief in God and goodness that has long since gone.

I don’t know.

Right now, all I want to do is to sleep through this horrible season and wake up when there is some light back in my world.

Just wake me up when December ends….

 

(Reposted from my post on Widow’s Voice)

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6 thoughts on “Wake me up when December ends

  1. Lynda M O says:

    *
    thinking of you during this sad time of year…

  2. BB says:

    :-(
    So sorry things that SHOULD be happy, are not.
    I suspect he would WANT you to have this car. And enjoy it.
    THinking of you at this time.
    And doing my damndest to send a little light your way.
    ((((hugs)))))
    BB

  3. Marita says:

    It sucks :(
    I wish I could take the hurt away.
    Big hugs.

  4. move over… I am crawling in next to you. x

  5. jeanie says:

    Grief is so sucky, isn’t it. You think you have it all nicely tucked away and then WHAM – life hands you another little grenade.

    I found black humour helped – lashings of black humour – and crying in the shower.

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