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Getting Around to It

Posted on: April 18, 2016 | Posted by: Mike Welker

In the spring, before Megan died, she and I decided to have a deck built on the back of our home.  Nothing too fancy.  It was to be a 12 foot by 12 foot square, with a new sliding glass door leading to it.  We had wanted to have one on our house for years, and we were finally going to get it done.

 

We shopped out for a few different construction companies to give us a quote, and by about this time in 2014, we have chosen one and signed a contract.

 

Megan would decline in health and be admitted to the hospital a few weeks later.  She came home one time that summer, after the deck was started, and sat on a half-completed platform, with no railings.  She was bundled in a blanket in the 85 degree heat, being so emaciated that she could barely generate body heat.


That was the first, last, and only time she ever sat on that deck.

For nearly two years, the deck has been fully completed, but all it had were a few old patio chairs on it, and a small end-table.  I had subconsciously chosen to see the deck as another false start…something that was taken from Megan, Shelby and I before we got to fully enjoy it as a family.  It made no sense to furnish it or spend any sizeable time on it.

 

Time wore on, and a month or so ago, I finally bought a table and patio umbrella.  Soon after, I brought the grill out from storage, and placed it in the corner of the deck.  It started to feel less like “Megan and I’s” deck, and a little more like “my” deck (or perhaps better said “our” deck, as Sarah and Shelby had a huge part in it).  With the weather starting to turn from the cold of winter to more spring like temperatures, we spent a few hours outside on it.  I purchased a few cheap little solar lights a week later and mounted them under the railing, followed by a storage box, tiki torches, and a few more chairs..

 

It was a glorious two days here in Ohio last weekend.  Clear skies and more summer than spring.  My parents visited on Saturday, and dropped my nephew off to spend the night with Sarah, Shelby and I.  We cooked out, and spent most of the day on my “new” two-year-old deck.  

 

On Sunday, Megan’s brother came to visit, along with my own brother.  Again, we cooked out. We spent the better part of four hours just talking, watching the kids play, listening to music, having some drinks, and generally enjoying the weather.  We were finally enjoying the deck as it was built to be enjoyed, with friends and family on a warm Ohio day.  Megan was conspicuously missing from this, though she was certainly enjoying it from somewhere.  

 

It’s another “first” in a long line of “firsts” that Megan had to miss out on.  It was one that I was avoiding out of apathy…not anything grief related.  The deck wasn’t an inviting place to have a group of people, and I didn’t really care, because it was something that Megan and I wanted to do together.   Somehow, I got a bug in me this spring to change all of that.  I completed something that Megan and I started, without her.  It’s empowering, disappointing, and gives me a sense of accomplishment all at the same time.    

 

I’m not really sure there is a “moral” to this story.  I don’t know if it’s interesting or helpful to anyone else that may be reading it.  It might just be another anecdote about what’s going on in my life, and you can take from it what you will.  All I know, is that sitting there on the deck, I felt happy.  I was happy to have these people in my life.  I am happy that Shelby has uncles, and cousins, and grandparents, and a woman like Sarah to look up to.  I am happy that the weather was beautiful. I’m happy that the food turned out great and that the kids had fun.  Most of all, I’m happy that Megan decided we needed a deck.  

 

Chalk it up as one more thing she left us, albeit without clear instructions.  I hope I’m figuring out her unspoken wishes.

 

Categories: Widowed, Widowed Parenting, Widowed by Illness

About Mike Welker

Three months after my discharge from the Marine Corps, at 22 years old, I met my wife Megan, on December 10th, 2002. The very next day, I was drawn like a moth to a flame into dealing with a long term, terminal illness. Megan had Cystic Fibrosis, and after 8 years or declining health, she received a double lung transplant, and a new lease o life. Our daughter Shelby was born in 2007. In early 2014, those recycled lungs, which had brought our little family three years of uncomplicated health and happiness, finally began to give out. She died from chronic organ transplant rejection on November 19th, 2014 while I held her hand and let her go. I'm a single father and widower at 34 years old, and no one has published a manual for it. I don't fit the mold, because there is no mold. I "deal with it" through morbid humor, inappropriateness, anger, and the general vulgarity of the 22 year old me, as if I never grew up, but temper it with focus on raising a tenacious, smart, and strong woman in Shelby. I try to live as if Megan is still here with us, giving me that sarcastic stare because yet again, I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

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