• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar
  • Skip to footer
Widow's Voice

Widow's Voice

  • Soaring Spirits
  • Donate
  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • YouTube
  • Home
  • Blog
  • Categories
  • Authors
    • Kelley Lynn
    • Emily Vielhauer
    • Emma Pearson
    • Kathie Neff
    • Gary Ravitz
    • Victoria Helmly
    • Lisa Begin-Kruysman

Our Day

Posted on: August 9, 2016 | Posted by: Mike Welker

What would have been Megan’s 35th birthday was a few weeks ago, on July 24th.  I would venture to say that, for most widows and widowers, birthdays are one of the hardest days to remember.  They are associated with memories of fun times, friends and family celebrating that person’s day, and yet another year “in the books”.  To have that annual event suddenly take on a different meaning and a different remembrance affects all of those who knew and loved that person.

Megan’s came and went this year with what has been typical since her death.  I’m grumpy most of the day, but we do something to remember her, keep occupied, and have an enjoyable day in her honor.  Cliche as it is, yes, it IS” what she would have wanted”.  Multiple people ensure they post to facebook about how they miss her, and say “Happy Birthday” on her wall.  Heartfelt paragraphs about things they remember doing with her, or “breathe easy” are digitally pushed to her in the afterlife via keyboard, somehow.  There may have been a few less posts this year than last on that day, but still, her friends remember her birthday.

A few days later though, and facebook is silent.  Memories tend to fade when you don’t have automated reminders popping up, don’t they?  As far as the internet is concerned, life moves on until the next year, when suddenly it seems like everyone is thinking about her again.  

I don’t have that option.  I think about Megan…every…single…day.  It’s a matter of HOW MUCH I think about her that changes, and August 6th was a doozy.

You see, the 6th could have been our 11th wedding anniversary, had she not succumbed to her disease.  We might have been on vacation, as we normally planned around those dates.  We would have made sure we posted on each other’s facebook walls about how happy we were to have been together, how proud we were of Shelby, and how we couldn’t wait for many more years together, more of a token gesture, really, but honest just the same.  The hive mind would have taken over from that point, and given congratulations or humorous comments on those posts.  Perhaps even a few would have posted their best wishes before we did, since their reminder popped up telling them it was our anniversary.  

Instead, there was nothing.  Nobody actually remembered that it was our anniversary…nobody.  Well, except me.  

I guess, since she’s dead, it doesn’t count any more?  God forbid I change my “relationship status” on facebook, because that wipes out 10 years of marriage.  Those ashes in my house?  Oh, I picked those up at a garage sale somewhere.  Shelby was actually an immaculate conception, and god just miracled her into being.  Apparently, Sarah is the only person I have ever truly loved, and Megan is left to be nothing but a facebook reminder once a year.

Bullshit.  Our anniversary is HARDER than her birthday.  It was OUR day…not hers, not mine.  I spent all weekend in an angry haze, teetering on losing it at any given moment.  Shelby and Sarah had to bear the brunt of this, but at least they knew why.  Shelby EXISTS because we were married.  Megan got those additional three years from her lung transplant BECAUSE of Shelby.  She didn’t want to go through with a transplant until Shelby was born.  

Where were all the facebook posts on Saturday?  Was it inconvenient for people to remember the day Megan was married?  Screw remembering me…I could not care less if someone put a post on my wall saying “happy anniversary” or “thinking of you”, but don’t post about how much you miss Megan and “think of her every day” one week, and then forget about a pretty damned significant day in her life the next.  There are maybe one or two people that write little anecdotes to her on random days throughout the year, and those people actually DO think of her all the time, but on her birthday, wow, suddenly she’s the center of attention again.

I DO think about her every day.  Christ I miss her.  It’s f’n horrible that she’s gone.  I love Sarah with all of my heart, and I am so happy that we’re together, but I miss the ever-loving hell out of Megan too.  I don’t show that once a year when a reminder pops up.  Just because I am in the next relationship doesn’t suddenly mean Megan is old news.  Our anniversary was, is, and always will be a harder day for me.  

I don’t want to feel this way.  I’d love to be able to have August 6th just be any other day, like it is for most people.  But it’s not.  It never will be.  It is a day that only Megan and I shared, and I guess, my rant about people remembering it is ill-founded and selfish.  Truthfully, I didn’t post anything or call Megan’s parents on the 2nd, which was also the 11th anniversary of her brother’s death, so I guess I’m in a glass house tossing rocks.  Writing Ranting about it like a toddler having a hissy fit clears my head.  It’s stupid, really, to think that anyone outside of our marriage would make it a point to say something about our anniversary, but it’s damned therapeutic to me to vent a little bit.

Look, friends and family.  I miss Megan.  I love her, and I went into our relationship knowing full-well that she was probably going to be gone by the time I got my first gray hair.  I married her knowing it was going to be a hard road ahead; full of hospital stays, surgeries, and emergency room visits.  We had Shelby as meticulously as possible, making sure every “T” was crossed and “I” was dotted. She and I had discussions for years on her last wishes, and ultimately, I had to make the decision, based on those discussions, to end her life.  It was a complex marriage, to say the least, but it was founded on what it should have been…love, and nothing else.  

So, it’s hard for me to see all of those birthday wishes flood in on one day, and then see them be the most recent thing on her wall for months.  Within a few weeks of their writing, they only serve as a reminder that the day that Megan and I shared is just that, a day that Megan and I shared.  

Categories: Widowed, Widowed Parenting, Widowed Memories, Widowed Anniversaries, 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.

TO LEAVE A COMMENT ON A BLOG, sign in to the comments section using your Facebook or Gmail accounts, or sign up for Disqus.

Primary Sidebar

Footer

Quick Links

  • Home
  • Blog
  • Categories
  • Authors

SSI Network

  • Soaring Spirits International
  • Camp Widow
  • Resilience Center
  • Soaring Spirits Gala
  • Widowed Village
  • Widowed Pen Pal Program
  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • YouTube

Contact Info

Soaring Spirits International
2828 Cochran St. #194
Simi Valley, CA 93065

Email: [email protected]

Phone: 877-671-4071

Soaring Spirits International is a 501(c)3 Corporation EIN#: 38-3787893. Soaring Spirits International provides resources with no endorsement implied.

Copyright © 2023 Widow's Voice. All Rights Reserved.