My husband Chuck and I were very busy people. We were professionals and essentially, like other baby boomers, we worked hard at working hard. We were parents and we were children of living parents.
Before we got married, Chuck and I spent most weekends together and sometimes he surprised me with a visit after work during the weekday. He was a venture capitalist then, working at his own company and teaching business and finance in local colleges in the evenings.
I always looked forward to my time with Chuck. We would spend weekends at his apartment talking about life and our future. We talked about our pasts as we continued to get to know each other. We loved watching new movies and old ones. Chuck was a movie buff, and the first time I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s was at his apartment. He was shocked that I had never seen that movie, and I discovered that that movie reminded me of myself in a lot of ways. It reminded him of me as well. But then I do digress.
Eventually we developed our own rituals and traditions, many of which occurred in the summertime. Trips to Connecticut dropping our son Karim off at camp, and then, childless for two months we’d explore the surrounding environs. We took trips to Massachusetts, DC, Michigan, Chicago,Louisiana,N.C.,Hilton Head,Sag Harbor,Narragansett…….various and sundry places, traveling along together and growing closer.
Once we were married we began to suffer from a scarcity of time. Although we did things together,and still continued with our summer vacations, time spent wasn’t of the same quality as before. Life changing events happened so quickly out of the blue back then; Chuck’s mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s; Chuck’s dad became ill as well. Chuck’s sister moved away from New York, she, having been the spirit and soul of our family.
As the years went on my father became ill and would pass away in 2005. I mourned him sorely for a long while until Chuck was diagnosed with cancer.It was then that I had to be able to switch focus from silent mourning for my dad to caring for my husband. The tenor of our lives which we had before we were married and in the beginning of our marriage,would soon be interrupted by life changing events.Our day to day lives changed too,as did our time with each other.We were focused more on the sudden changes in our families that were taking place,than on quality time between the two of us.
The long year spent as my husband’s caregiver was consumed with his care and well being more than our relationship. He was so ill, bravely soldiering on and,although I was still working, I made sure that all his needs were met.It was tough,and I’m sure I fell short in a lot of ways, but I did my best. I got support from his family, my family, my colleagues and friends. There was no time to spend focusing on us, as I was on a mission to save my husband’s life as it slowly slipped away.
Then Chuck died and herein lies the irony. I began to talk to Chuck, to dream of him, to write to him and about him. I asked him questions, told him things that were on my heart. I thought of him all the time until he became a part of my daily being. He remained with me wherever I went.All the memories of him kept me close to him…awake, asleep…. asleep, awake. Then one day I came to an odd realization that in many ways I was closer to Chuck in death than I had been in life.
The everyday busy-ness of our lives prevented us from re-creating our premarital closeness. But now in death, now that he was no longer alive, he was closer to me than ever before. His spirit was or had become a part of me. He had become my eternal partner, somewhere in the ether…free to summon whenever I wished.
This is the odd but true legacy that I’ve gained since my husband’s death.It’s a gift out of my great loss, albeit a bittersweet one with a lesson for others: Love your partner….cherish and care for them while they are with you here,in the flesh.Time spent with each other should be more important than time spent with anyone else, because in love matters, love matters and when they’re gone, they’re gone.