The title of this post is obsure… dates back to the Roman days on how they denoted dates on the calendar. Read this message through, and this old dinosaur who is on a first-name basis with Iulius Caesar will define it. (No “J” in Latin… I continue…)
Not being one to sit idle and mope in grief, even though I miss my husband very very much and think about him often, I have been keeping more that busy these last few weeks and will be for weeks and months to come.
In no specific order, I have…
I wrote a post before to say that I sold my 2008 Harley-Davidson Road King. I was not riding it much last year while my husband was going through a hell of a journey with cancer. I did not want to have the risk of injuring myself while I was caring for him so intently, living our marriage vows every day.
I also suffer from a chronic intestinal disease that is damn fatiguing, especially as I get older. That big super-heavy bike exhausted me when I rode it for more than a few hours.
Readers of this blog and viewers of my website are probably aware that I became a fan of Tecovas boots. They emerged onto the “cowboy boot scene” in 2015. At first, they offered a limited lineup of men’s traditional western and roper boots. But by now — 2021 — it is my opinion that Tecovas is “too big for their britches.”
I had become more and more wary of the company as they expanded with more styles of boots, additional non-boot products (bags, jeans, belts, swag, and the overpriced boot jack), and began opening a number of brick-and-mortar stores in several U.S. southern states. I was getting concerned that this once small, well-targeted and focused company had been expanding beyond the core concept that I once admired.
However, as a result of a significant March 2021 marketing blunder, I no longer…
A couple readers of my recent post describing what I am doing to keep busy and have a focus on a future… without… my beloved husband… noted that I did not say anything about my family or the support I am receiving.
Let me assure you…
Now seven weeks past when my husband died, I continue to mourn. I have literally lost at least half of what made me “me.” But life goes on, and I do too, one boot step at a time.
Readers may note…
It’s been six weeks since I had to let my husband go. The grief at times still is much like a punch in the gut.
I am managing it by trying to keep busy in service to my community.
I credit my husband again for…
As I mentioned earlier on this blog, I decided to sell my 2008 Harley Road King. Why? And what am I going to do next?
One year ago this week, I brought my beloved husband back to my very favorite Caribbean island, Puerto Rico, to enjoy a 25th anniversary return to la isla del encanto. I had retired at the end of 2019, and Spouse and I planned lots of travel during 2020 with the new free time I was going to have.
Back in the 80s, 90s, and 2000s, I traveled a LOT to this island for…
Holding his hand
Today, February 5, it has been one month since my beloved husband let go on January 5th. I stayed the night with him the night before at the Hospice, holding his hand all.night.long. They kept telling me all day the 4th that “your husband is ‘close’ and not to expect him to live much longer.”
But as usual, my testadura — the ever stubborn — defied prognostications. He lived through the night, and died the next morning when I had to let go when the nurses needed to adjust him in his bed.
Today, one month on, how am I doing?