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Forever Young

Posted on: April 19, 2022 | Posted by: Emma Pearson

Main image by Angello Pro on Unsplash

Today is not only Easter Day. It’s also our lovely Megan’s 21st birthday. Her sixth birthday without her father.

Her 16th birthday was just nine days after her dad died. Finding a date for Mike’s funeral in 2017 was so very hard. There is a “minimum” time required between a death and a funeral in “basically western/Christian society” … none of the “bury within 24 hours” stuff.

Mike died on a Saturday. I went, with his sister Helen, to the funeral directors on the Monday morning. Their quickest turnaround was Thursday 13th April, Maundy Thursday. They said that, because of Easter, they wouldn’t do anything on Good Friday (14th April that year), Saturday 15th, Easter Sunday, 16th, or Easter Monday 17th. All public holidays. They could offer Tuesday 18th April, but that would be the day after Megan’s 16th birthday. I wasn’t having that. And of course, she was overdue to be back in school in the UK.

So I chose the 13th April, which was also our Wedding Anniversary. Our 21st wedding anniversary. We were both there. But one of us was in a coffin. It’s tough – very tough – to have a funeral for the man you love on the day that you’d usually be celebrating that event.

Last week, 13th April was on Wednesday. I have a reminder in my diary. Not that need one. I try not to drink during the week when I am on my own, but a day like that needs toasting, so I made some delish fish and had a glass of wine and played some piano. I have the house to myself again as my Ukrainian family has moved into a friend’s empty house further up in the village. I am grateful to have had them here, and I am grateful for a quieter space these difficult weeks, studded as they are with date landmines.

Megan remembered that it was our anniversary and sent me a note. So thoughtful. No-one else seems to remember. Or if they do, they don’t act on the remembering. For those people who had a system of remembering wedding anniversaries (and some people do), I wonder what they do when someone dies? Cross it out?

I still feel married to Mike. I don’t feel divorced, that’s for sure. I still want to celebrate, to honour, to remember, our wedding anniversary. It was a special day and a very special relationship. It snowed a little (so much better than mere rain) and the spring flowers were out. I remember so much of that day. We got married a long way from home, in the Lake District, and made it a 3-day event to make it worthwhile people attending. Of course, we all went for a hill walk together on the final day. Classic Lake District April weather. Chilly and blustery.

Anyway, the point of this piece of writing is not to talk again about the “wrong sort of dates” that come fast and furiously between 20th March and 2nd May. But that, looking at Medjool this weekend, looking at him closely… And looking at myself, equally closely…I realise for the first time that I, that he, that we, look older than Mike. Even the very last photos of Mike that I have – other than those where he was very ill – he looks fresh-faced and youthful.

That now at 55 I realise that I am older than Mike was when he died at 53 is not in doubt. I am not in denial to that extent. But because for so long, for so many decades, when we were both alive, Mike was always the best part of four years older than me, it’s taken a while to absorb that I am now indeed the older one.

I was aware, to the day, when I turned the age he was when he died. I was acutely aware, when I turned 54, that he’d never been 54. And then this year, at 55, I realise that I am so well and truly older. I am older, and I look older. Medjool is older and looks older.

Mike was so shockingly young when he died. Just 53.

Don was only 49.

Edward was only 46.

And I won’t even mention Julia.

Absurdly young. All of them. It just doesn’t add up.

Categories: Child Loss, Widowed, Widowed Parenting, Widowed Memories, Widowed and New Love, Widowed Birthdays, Widowed Anniversaries, Widowed Milestones, Widowed Emotions, Widowed by Illness, Multiple Losses

About Emma Pearson

My life is a whirling mix of swishy strands, dark and glowing brightly, rough and silky smooth – all attempting to be seen, felt and integrated at once. Here are some of my themes.

I am British and now recently also French (because of Brexit), and I have lived in France for the past 21 years. I am 54 and sometimes feel to be an “older widow”, and yet I feel so young. I lost my best male friend Don to bowel cancer in September 2015, my brother Edward to glioblastoma in January 2016, my husband Mike to pancreatic cancer in April 2017, and my sweet youngest child, Julia, to grief-related suicide, in July 2019. And I met a new love (let’s call him Medjool, after my favourite kind of date), off one single meeting on a dating website. Our relationship has exploded into blossom as of June 2019.

I am widowed and I am in a new relationship. I have lost a best friend, a sweet brother, a beloved husband and a precious child, and I still have both parents who are alive and well. I live my days with my grief wrapped in love and my love wrapped in grief. I no longer even try to make sense of anything. I just hope to keep on loving and living for as long as I can, while grieving the losses of loves that are no longer breathing by my side.

I suspect my writing here will be a complex mish-mash of love and sorrow. I also write on http://www.widowingemptynests.com/.

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