An Update and Admission....
First a word of thanks for all who have
taken the time to let me know that they're thinking of me and
dropping by with a kind word of encouragement. It means more than I
can possible tell you...greatly appreciated.
My doctors appointment for my finger
went well and I'm cleared for surgery on the 9th and 16th
of November. I do still have to see the surgeon this coming Monday
(30th) and do another pre-op physical. Baring the
unexpected, everything should be green lighted. So...seven more
working days with my 12 hour schedule. Avoiding boo-boo's will be my
top priority! :o)
For those whom have never done
industrial maintenance...easier said than done! There's ALWAYS
something to stick, poke, cut or burn you...a slip of the wrench,
brush the wrong piping...instant oowee! Mostly minor nicks and the
like but when the doc says NO open wounds...challenging. Even with
rolled down sleeves and gloves. Nature of the beast and all
that....it'll work out.
I've been asked by a few folks what my
plans are and to be honest, I don't know. I've got some rather long
term goals but no specific plans beyond the upcoming knee surgery and
the recovery, which the doctor optimistically hopes will have me
returned to work by mid February. He said complete recovery, i.e. no
swelling, pain or stiffness generally takes about 18 months.
Terrific...I think!
A wise friend told me I needed to try
and let go of the why (of my honey's death) and focus on the what now
and when...sage indeed. This is also what my girl told
me...repeatedly. I have no earthly idea of how to do any of that but
it has made me think more deeply of late on what I want...eventually.
I know that if and when my heart is
ready, I will not settle. I want what I lost...balance. Some people
can be happy alone and I was once very much a loner. My honey gave me
a different perspective on life and people. I still don't trust
easily but I am much more open and willing to listen than I was. Some
people can feel happy alone. I don't know if you can feel complete
that way...I used to think I was but I know better now. For me there
is a special joy in sharing an experience with someone...in the
simplicity of pleasing another with a touch or a gesture.
The act of looking into another's eyes
and feeling them touch your soul...of KNOWING that you're touching
theirs...that's completion. Its joy. It's living and its love.
That's what I've lost...that
connection...and it's what some never find. It's certainly something
worth looking for but I'm not certain I have the patience or the
ability to do so anymore. We are each unique but unified in our
desires to live a life worthy of remembering. Of leaving our mark in
this world. Empires fall, trends fade but memories are eternal. They
can be passed on for generations. We should all strive to make
remarkable impressions on those we love and those we can help in our
own way. My honey did...
With her I learned that intimacy
transcends the purely physical...without that soulful connection it's
just sex. I'm not saying that's a bad thing but to me, holding her in
my arms or laying together and running my fingers through her hair
and massaging her scalp as she drifted off on my chest...heavenly.
Those simple things...hearing her sing happily unaware I was
home...stolen kisses at inappropriate moments...a pat or passing
touch...all of THAT and more...that's what I want. Can lightning
strike twice? I don't know...but that's some of the what.
As to the when...SIGH...someone said
God would tell me when my heart was ready. Since we're not exactly on
speaking terms at the moment, I won't hold my breath...but it's not
now. All I can offer is this...
Find what makes you happy and gives you
balance. Hold on to it and cherish that person...be vocal and make
the time. Make memories...they needed be extravagant. Just heartfelt.
Dance in the rain...in the store or the parking lot. Steal
kisses...hold hands...chase each other naked! Whatever makes you
laugh or smile... be silly and real.
We each get one day at a time...don't
waste a single one.
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