Continuation

It is a year since I visited my blog, a year since I wrote of events in the outside world, but not of events in my own. Those notes I kept privately though, just so I could make some sense of my rapidly deconstructing situation, a life that was falling apart . . . a month from August 2 to September 2 in which my husband fell and broke his arm, lost his ability to move, lost his hope, but never lost his courage or his spirit. It was a month filled with moves between facilities, colored with the intense palette of emotion, scored with doctors' opinions, messages, music, silence. It was a month that began on a sunlit afternoon and ended on a soft night under a moon that had begun, almost imperceptibly, to wane.

It was a month that I went from wife to widow, that I continued my journey without Roger, my partner of half a lifetime. There were time that I could actually see myself walking, accompanied by women, and a few men, who have remade their own lives.  A few would walk with me, alongside or just ahead or behind, then they would be replaced by others. We kept silence, just sharing space and strength. I am thankful to each of you. I don’t see that road now but I know it’s there. All of us are travelers, and each of us has needed companionship.

Now I am here. I have been writing, and in March published my thoughts on Roger’s memorial service in a blog essay titled “Transformation” for Sculpture Magazine.

I decided to pick up my blog, and hope that those who find it will discover something worth keeping, something worth sharing, and maybe companionship for awhile wherever you are.