Originally posted on Socci.com November 11th, 2015
Between the day Charley died and the day he was cremated I took off work. I am so very lucky to have a job and manager that supports me during this time. I spent most of that week in shock. I can look back at it now and realize that is what it was. Along with having to pass the news to people, plan the funeral/cremation/memorial.
Charley had been attending meetings and was gone most evenings. So around 9-10 PM every evening I would think he was going to walk in the door. Then when I reminded myself he was not, I would go to bed.
The hardest things that week was watching Lucy grieve. I think at this point she knows he’s not coming back. But for awhile she sat by the front door, or in the yard looking down at the HAM radio antennas. Like Charley was going to emerge from the lower part of the yard and hang out with her.
My neighbors are incredible. My KIA decided to not start the moment I was suppose to head to the funeral home. So I jumped into Charley’s Volvo and went to the funeral home. My neighbor, who is good with cars, jumped it, took it to the auto parts store, and put a new battery in it.
My other neighbors brought me food, every night for awhile until I told them to stop. I had forgotten to cancel my Blue Apron delivery so I had a box of food fit to prep 3 meals for 2…with 0 motivation to cook. I also received 2 huge fruit baskets. I finally juiced the oranges and grapefruit for a delicious drink, and cut up the apples and pears and made a “crisp” dessert out of them.
Grieving is such a process…like an ocean…sometimes calm and other times the waves just hit you and knock you to the ground…and it’s OK.