The other day, I mentioned my brother Glenn's birthday and wrote that I love him. Yes, he died last year, but love never dies. At least, that's my opinion. I believe that when you truly love someone, that love never dies.
If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any amount of time, you'll know that I feel the same about my husband, Gordon. Even though he died 23 months ago, today.
Even though two (2) very important people exited this world, leaving me to grieve them, and mourn their loss, my love for them has never died.
I must say that the love I felt for each of them was different. Of course it was, you might say! After all, Glenn was your brother and Gordon was your husband. True. My love for them was different.
Even so, when it comes to missing someone you love, that feeling of loss can be similar, in some ways.
One very real difference is the fact that although I was close to my brother Glenn and even though we spoke by phone on a regular basis, we didn't see each other, regularly. With Glenn living over three (3) hours drive away from me, it meant for sporadic visits, at best.
What I miss is being able to pick up the phone and enjoy conversation with him. Just hearing his voice was something to look forward to.
That is one pleasure I will never again experience. At least, not until I go to heaven.
The same can be said for my husband, Gordon. I miss hearing his voice. It really doesn't matter what he would have been speaking about, it is truly a void in my life not hearing him speak words of any kind to me.
Of course, words of endearment that used to make my heart skip a beat, are missed the most.
Anyone who has ever loved someone and has been loved in return will admit that there is nothing like hearing your loved one tell you they love you. I miss this.
I miss Gordon telling me he loves me. I miss hearing him tell me that he's enjoying a meal I made for him. I miss him telling me he's tired. I even miss hearing him raise his voice, reflecting upset.
Let's face it, even though I am grateful that I can look at photos of my husband, there's nothing like having someone you love, be with you. His death has created a huge void in my life.
The truth is, I just plain miss Gordon.
Until next time...
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