Being a widow with young children, this definition truly best describes me. I found it today in the Merriam-Webster's dictionary. I was 35 when Mick died. Our children were 8,6, and 5 years of age. He became intensely ill two years prior. Being a widow I am deprived of a Father for my children, a friend, a lover and cohort. Mick was so incredibly generous, funny, smart, caring and always so supportive. He was so very needed. I hate that I did not say this enough to him. I regret the missed opportunities to say what a great father and husband he was and how he made my life so much better.
So now ten years have passed and I have a house of teenagers. They are wonderful, smart, giving, talented teens. Still, teenagers that need and miss their Dad. It is always there. Their hunger to have Dad at a tennis match, soccer games, art show, birthday, Christmas, vacation or simply by them as they watch t.v. Deprivation; Loss is this all that remains for a Widow's view? For me it is not the sum of my view but continually a part of my view.
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