February 14, 2011

To some it’s Valentine’s Day… To others Singles Awareness Day… and to some it’s just a Monday… whatever it is to you… make it a good one!

Last year… V-day was painful… every commercial… every advertisement had something to do with your special significant other.

John & I never really did much for Valentine’s Day anyway…  he got me flowers once… that’s what I remember.  I would try to find him a cute pair of boxers that he’d lounge around it.  But no jewelery.. no huge gifts… no “fancy” dinners…  We had no need for that.

This year… I pretty much just don’t give a fruitbat.  It’s Monday.  I work.  Another day… another dollar.

For once- rarely watching TV and paying little attention to the outside world is helpful.

If I get a chance, I’d like to get flowers to take to the cemetery, but if not… oh well… life goes on… he’s dead… for me love in that sense is gone…

So… to those out there-

who celebrate  Valentine’s Day- Happy Valentine’s Day- tell your significant other how much they mean to you…

to those who recognize SAD- who needs somebody else- have a blast by yourself.  Another person complicates things… sometimes complicates good… sometimes complicates bad…

I wonder if there should also be a WAD- Widow/Widower Awareness Day… the beauty of both holidays… remember what you used to have… and get slammed in the face that you don’t have it anymore.

And to those that it’s just Monday… Have a great Monday!

As always… Love you, John… wish we were “pretty much not celebrating” together…


About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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