Turns out one of those silly meetings got cancelled. I have had a nice break in the afternoon. Just waiting for the clock to tick the rest of the day away. I’ve got some additional work to do but it’s not for a while and it’s all time based, meaning that I can’t start until a specific time. I say that and someone just threw a wrench in my plans meaning I have to work even later now. Ah, well it all pays the same.
Last night when I brought up Facebook I saw a post from a former co-worker that indicated heart break. Her husband passed away. Not two weeks ago she lost her father. That’s a lot of death in a very short time. A lot to deal with. I truly feel for anyone who loses a spouse. It’s a special kind of pain and it’s not something anyone understands until they go through it. Death is the one thing I just don’t totally understand and I have a real tough time dealing with it.
Since I had a break this afternoon, there was a specific guy who popped in my head and I know I’ve got a photo of him and wanted to see it. Of course I can’t find it. I managed to stumble on a lot of old memories. I found videos of the cats playing with each other when they were younger. Lots of photos of all of them. Gator included, the smaller and larger version of her. I just sat here and was talking to all of them then I just repeated over and over again, my family is all dead. That’s something I have said more than once. It crushes me to think about it. I look back to happier times, different cars, younger cats, younger me and think of how great life used to be and how some how I had it all but never fully realized it until of course it was too late.
The plan was always that I would take over and I would out live my spouse. We never really gave much thought to the cats. Thinking about it all and how it’s most likely to be that I will out live everyone that is kind of a tough pill to swallow. It would be really grand if Gator and I could just fall asleep together and both not wake up one day. Not that I want that to happen today but whenever our time is up. That way neither one of us will have to live without the other and neither one of us will know that pain or suffer. Sure we all have our own ideas about how we would like to go out but it just doesn’t always work out quite like that.
I could sure use a laugh or two about now. Also thinking of the holiday and the fact that most likely (not 100% yet) that I will be alone doesn’t bode well. Holidays now serve as nothing but constant reminders that I am all alone. My spouse used to hate holidays kind of for the same reason. He had a different life before we found each other. He missed that despite the fact he wasn’t happy. I didn’t get it at the time but I sure do now.
Fifty years on this planet that is difficult to fathom. Inside I still feel like a little kid, the kid that I’ve known all my life. I don’t feel grown up or adult. My body on the other hand says differently and reminds me often of my age. I remember when my spouse was this same exact age. It was like life was perfect. My how time passes by and one day you wake up and your Sixty and then Seventy. The older you get the faster the clock seems to go. However, were all wishing our lives away for the weekend. It sure would be nice if I could live comfortably the rest of my life, not have to work and just go sailing, traveling – something besides continuing to live the same old dull and depressing life that I feel trapped in. Yeah I know I’ve got the power to change it all and perhaps I will do something that will make a positive change or maybe I will meet someone who has the same affect.
Photos, old videos – memories they are a double edge sword. They can bring back a lot of great feelings but then when you realize your all alone the bottom seems to fall out.
Okay my rant is done time to do some work, take a short break and hope that the damn Amazon person gets here sooner rather than later. Looking forward to the massager if it truly is what its hyped up to be.