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Summer Has a Feel …

Posted on: June 21, 2019 | Posted by: Kelley Lynn

Summer has a feel,

for all who love it’s rays

of sunshine 

family vacations 

lounging by the pool

warm nights with just a twist

of warm breezes. 

 

Ice-cream dripping 

down the cone, 

car rides with the top down, 

and tunes blasting. 

Carefree and endless guilt-free hours, 

sipping on tall iced-teas. 

 

Summer has a feel

of drive-in movies

and walking the dog

in the park

with Italian ices or lemonades,

to stay cool. 

Staying up late,

road trips and reunions,

graduation parties 

and weddings. 

Flip-flops and 

water parks

and 

looking at the stars. 

 

 

 

And summer has a feel, 

for those of us who know

that summers are no longer

what they used to be,

what they always were, 

before death stole that 

carefree life. 

 

Summer has a feel

of guilty nights ,

not sleeping ,

having nightmares, 

counting down the days and hours, 

remembering all the time that was,

the time that existed,

in the moments and minutes and months

before they died. 

 

I can feel it in the air, 

literally. 

That humid hot air,

that instantly takes me back,

to the day he died,

and the 95 degree heat. 

The heat 

that would burn 

into my memory,

and sting into my eyes.

The sweltering hot air at his funeral,

causing one of the Air Force men

holding the flags,

to faint, 

and a room filled with EMS workers 

and nurses

and doctors

all reacted,

as my husband’s supervior joked: 

“Are there any paramedics here?”

These are the kinds of memories

that I have

surrounding summer. 

Choosing a coffin,

or the funeral director handing me my wedding ring,

off my husband’s hand, 

and saying,

“He can’t take it with him. It belongs with you.” 

Or how my husband, 

looked nothing like my husband,

lying there

in that box. 

Or how I felt nauseous 

and kept getting sick

at the thought of returning 

to our apartment,

and leaving him there,

in that box. 

These are my thoughts

of summer. 

 

Right around now, 

it starts. 

June. 

The first days of summer. 

My body starts to feel shaky 

and worn, 

and my neck and back is extra achey,

the muscles just knowing,

that he will be soon be dead,

again,

forever. 

 

Yes, 

it happened eight years ago,

but each time these months 

roll around,

the pieces of time that existed

before his sudden death,

get re-lived,

and analyzed,

and broken down, 

and looked at with a microscope,

to try and find any new clues, 

to the many unanswered questions,

that all lead to the inevitable. 

That constant beat 

of the drum 

that is death.

 

 

July 13th. 

I woke up,

and the new reality has already happened. 

He is dead. 

He was perfectly fine, 

and then,

he was dead. 

And I,

was forever changed, 

and my heart,

was forever different,

and I wont ever stop asking myself

WHY 

What could I have done?

Why didnt I know?

Did he know? 

Was he struggling more than he led on? 

Could I have been a better wife? 

Could he have lived

another 5 years

or 10? 

 

The drumbeat

that is death,

never stops. 

It takes breaks,

it slows down,

it goes on hiatus for awhile. 

But it never stops. 

 

And in these days and weeks,

leading up to that awful morning, 

that drumbeat is louder,

and it pounds

like a migraine

stabbing into the heart. 

 

The families smile, 

and the children giggle 

and splash in the ocean, 

and the world lives brightly

in the Sunshine.

And my darkness,

has only

just begun. 

 

Summer has a feel ….. 

 

Categories: Widowed Suddenly

About Kelley Lynn

Kelley Lynn is a comedian, actor, TED talk speaker, and author of "My Husband Is Not a Rainbow: the brutally awful, hilarious truth about life, love, grief, and loss." Kelley was widowed at age 39 when her beautiful husband Don left for work one morning and never came home. (sudden heart attack.) Since then, it has been her mission to change the conversations we have surrounding grief and death, and to help those who are sitting in the dark, to find some light again. Kelley is a proud kitty mom to Sammy and Autumn, the 2 rescues that she and Don adopted together. In 2017, Kelley met her next great love story, Nick. They married on New Year's Eve 2020 in a FB LIVE ceremony, and are loving their new home in Westminster, MA.

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