Three Word Wednesday:
Is truly a mystery to me how I can be in two places at one time! Mysterious indeed. I am here in Oregon visiting my grandchild, a beautiful and adorable little guy to say the least. I came alone and gave my husband a week of total freedom.
Still when I wake at night I am quiet, I do not bounce on the bed as I get back in so I won’t wake him up. I hear him moving about and seem to have conversations as though we are together. A parallel universe seems to exist, one where we are together even when the space in miles is huge.
Is this the way it will be when we are one of us alone? Will we hear each other’s voices in the night? Will we have conversation that no one else can hear and then wonder if we are losing our minds? While I hate to play it forward to that place and, as my daughter said recently, maybe we will not ever have to face being along, I find a certain amount of comfort in the parallel universe. The fact that the ones I love have become so much a part of my being that they are always with me, no matter which lost highway I travel, is a miracle of sorts.
The fear of being alone is what old age is truly all about. Truly, I do not mind the wrinkles or the aches and pains. But I am not good alone. But with age come wisdom, acceptance and strength…even to me. Being alone is not as frightening as it once was. I hope my wonderful husband feels the same. The fact is I am not going anywhere ever. The flower may fade but the image remains forever.
Have wonderful day.