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If I could Back Up

Posted on: January 2, 2019 | Posted by: Staci Sulin

On New Year’s Eve everyone is looking forward.  But, for those of us who have lost our beloved, we want to back up.  It is a hard spot to be in.  We know that we must move forward with the rest of the world, yet our hearts are in the past. 

This is my third NYE without Mike and it has been the gentlelest so far.  I miss him to the depths of me, but the rawness of my missing it is being replaced with fondness.  I tenderly remember him without as many tears as before.  I love Mike.  I always will.  And, I can do this while I continue living my life and seeking joy in this new year. ~S.

 

I wish I could back up and start all over…

I would stand, and pause

And, take it all in.

I would drink up your laughter,

And, I’d fill up on your words.

 

I would love you deeper.

I’d kiss you softer.

I would hold you longer.

And, I’d never let you go…

 

I’d let your fingers softly imprint on my skin – over and over again.

Then, your touch could live on me forever…

 

If I could back up,

I’d memorize the warmth of your body against mine.

I’d hang on your every word.

I would ask you to tell me another truck story,

I’d listen longer and harder to everything you said.

I’d look into your kind eyes,

And, I would hold my breath,

And, then I’d stay there forever.

 

 

If I could back up,

I would be quiet and still,

I’d stop and appreciate the ordinary, everyday things.

I’d be careful not to blink when you winked at me from across the room.

I’d not take my eyes off you,

And, my ears would memorize the sound of your laugh filling the room.

 

If I could back up,

I’d thank you again and again for the way you smiled when you laid your eyes on me.

I’d slow down,

And, treasure how your eyes glistened with tears when you spoke to me.

I would memorize the sound of your voice when you told me how much you loved me.

If we could dance one last time,

when the music was over I’d never let you go.

 

If I could start all over…

I’d thank you for taking my hand in yours.

And, as you sat at the kitchen table, I would run my fingers across your shoulders,

Because I could…

If I could back up, I’d fall asleep on your chest one last time,

And, I’d never lift up my head.

I’d stay there forever.

 

I wish I could back up,

I’d start all over.

I’d kiss you like it was the last time, every single time we said goodbye.

When we hugged, I’d never be the first to let go.

I’d memorize your arms around me,

So, that as time passes I would still know your touch by heart.

 

I wish I could back up, and start from the beginning.

I would pause the days,

And, I’d make the nights longer.

I’d live in the moment.

I’d stay on the back patio a little longer,

We’d listen to one more song

And, have one more glass of wine.

 

Wherever I go,

You are imprinted forever in my heart and in my Soul.

I’m grateful for you; and, to you for giving me some of the happiest days of my life.

 

Our laughter plays softly in my ears.

Our conversations rerun quietly in my head.

And, in my mind, late at night, I still kiss you on my tiptoes,

 

When I close my eyes, I can see your farm kid smile,

It brings me to my knees.

It always will,

For the rest of my life.

 

Mike, you will always be the love of my life.

My memories are not going anywhere…

Still, I wish I could back up,

And, love you all over…

 

~Staci

Categories: Widowed Memories

About Staci Sulin

It is my privilege to write to you each week and I hope my blog inspires you to lean into your grief. This isn't easy, but it is the only way through this mess.

I believe that we are lead back towards life and living when we allow ourselves to be still, and sit in the "nothingness" where grief lives. Visiting this empty place is difficult, but it is necessary. This quiet place holds the blueprints of our new, alternate life.

I know you are scared to go to the edge of this place; admittedly, I was too. But, in order to reenter life, we have to take a leap of faith. With time, I gathered momentum and I took the leap - building my wings on the way down.

It has been nearly five years since Mike died and I realize that what I feared most about the future was not the obvious uncertainties; but, rather, the possibility of letting new beginnings and a good life to pass me by. I was afraid that I would settle into an ordinary life when I want an extraordinary life.

I worried that I would play small, when my potential is big. As I write to you each week I am challenging us both not to shrink. I am keeping us accountable. I do not want either of us to fall back into an easy comfortableness when we can leap forward, towards a bold life. I want you to manifest the best in yourself. Go on, begin to recreate a beautiful life for yourself.

From the Ledge with Wings in Hand,

Staci

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