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Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself.

Posted on: February 4, 2021 | Posted by: Gary Ravitz

[I am on the road all week. In my absence I have decided to reprint my initial contribution to this blog.

It concerns a tough time in my life. Most important, my sweet wife was recently deceased. Additionally, these were scary and uncertain days because of the pandemic.  If you have read my jottings, then you know I have come a long way.  A constant message here is that you are still alive despite the pain and emptiness caused by your loss.

I know Lee would want me to be happy. I would like nothing better than to bring a smile to her face.]

 

On July 2, 2020, the cancer took my “Beebs.” The photo of me and Lola the pup that accompanies this piece was taken on the road in September 2020, the day I picked her up from her Ohio breeder. There is a backstory, as follows:

I had said to my buddy, “You’re being a contrarian,” and ended our phone call. And he had been a contrarian, throwing cold water on my notion to get a dog and thereby dousing the small excitement I had felt that same morning after my latest internet search culminated in a conversation with an Ohio breeder– one who actually had puppies available! Until then, I had not felt any sense of excitement for the future since my wife died a little over a month ago.

Well, my buddy says: “Why do you want a dog? You’ve never had a dog. You’re a cat person. It’s too much responsibility. You can’t travel easily.  You’re too old.”

Maybe his comments were fair; they were certainly logical. However, today they mostly stung and disappointed, and I reacted angrily, saying, “I don’t want to talk anymore,” and abruptly disconnected.

If I hadn’t I would have reminded my buddy that he still has 4 adult kids, numerous grand kids, and likely more in his future. My buddy still has his father, who, as he is always quick to boast, remains physically vigorous and in full possession of his mental faculties at the age of 90. And my buddy is lucky to have enjoyed nearly 50 years with the wonderful Donna. Donna still has her own mother, of course, who this year made 95, bless her! Donna also has adult siblings, and they all have kids. Given these circumstances, my buddy, who has raised German Shepherds for nearly as long as we’ve been friends, could feel justified to inform me that he is through with dogs.

Yet, my own case was materially different. Most importantly, my wonderful Lee was gone, our loving and fully committed partnership cut short by cancer. Cancer also had cheated Lee out of the well-earned retirement she long had envisioned for us, which, truth be told, I had found myself rapidly warming to, despite being gainfully employed in a good paying and cushy job.

We never had kids. My own family is quite small.

Oh, and there was this pandemic that had been raging for nearly 6 months with no clear end in sight. Even so, while Lee was still in the world we gratefully and happily journeyed together through this life, Lee radiating her love, guiding our way. Suddenly I felt lonely a lot of the time.

But here’s the thing: I have many friends, including a fair number of the life-long variety, certainly, my buddy and the wonderful Donna included. My own family members seem to like me. I’m by nature an optimist and remain so even now. I’m self-confident. I remain physically vigorous without, as far as I can tell, significant slippage of the mental gears.

So I remain grateful and feel luckier than many, if not most, yet the calendar reminds me that I will be 70 within the next calendar year. And I don’t think I’m being either melodramatic or doomsday bleak to note that my once bright future prospects may have dimmed a bit over time. Inevitably, the past casts a lengthening shadow.

So I was left to ponder the BIG QUESTIONS: Am I destined to die alone? Why shouldn’t I get a dog?

Dear reader, I’ll pick up my journey next week. In the meantime, thanks to Jenny Sellers for giving me this opportunity and for helping a technologically challenged senior to get up and running on the site. I’d also like to thank Jeff for his kind introduction. After reading some of his posts, it looks to me like there will be some gigantic size 14s left here to try to fill. Jeff, enjoy your well-deserved retirement from the blog, and best of luck.

Finally, for now, if I say something here that makes sense to you or touches a chord, great!  That is the main purpose of the exercise. However, the fact remains I also write because it helps me process my own hard loss.

 

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About Gary Ravitz

In relevant part, my musings are for me. It’s one of the ways in which I process losing my sweetest. Of course, Lee didn’t want to die. She had fought like hell, but the relentless cancers kept coming: Skin cancers; breast cancer; head and neck cancer; colon cancer; and finally, the deadly pancreatic cancer. In June 2020, and only after being pressed hard by Lee, her oncologist opined that my wife had from two weeks to two months left to live, turned on her heels and nearly sprinted from the hospital room, never again to be seen or heard from by us. I promptly removed Lee from the hospital and brought her home. It was the right thing to do and I only wish I had acted sooner over “the best” medical advice to the contrary. In fact, my sweet wife only had nine days left to live. At the final, she embraced her own death with great courage and unfailing kindness. It was a truly remarkable display of grace and wondrous to behold. It was my great privilege and honor to be with her every step of the way. And now, it’s my privilege to be able to write a few words to you each week. In a nutshell, I believe every journey is unique, but, hopefully, to know that you do not have to walk it alone can also be reassuring. And, along the way, you might hear a bit more information about me.
Gary

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