About two weeks after Ed's death, I'm going through the mail. At this point, all I get in the mail are hospital bills and sympathy cards - only the latter are truly welcomed! - so I'm kind of excited when I see a larger white envelope. I don't pay attention to the sender address as I'm ripping open the envelope so am a bit taken aback when I see it's from the nbmtLINK. Inside is a booklet called Voices of Hope and Healing - For Bone Marrow/ Stem Cell Transplant. There's also a cover letter thanking Ed for his story in their latest publication. I about fall over as a I realize that Ed made a contribution to this publication nearly 2 years ago as he reflected on his 5 year anniversary - I had no idea he did this. I remember how hopeful we all were after he achieved that milestone; it made me profoundly sad as I read his essay entitled "I had Leukemia, Okay" (visit the link to the booklet I listed above and mouse over the quilt segments to find Ed's essay). I just hope that the journey of triumph he expressed in his essay will provide hope to someone else just starting or in the middle of their journey.  He always wanted to help others find hope in the midst of some pretty bleak circumstances.  Perhaps this was enough of a purpose for his struggle.
Last week I was at the nail salon (yes, something I can now do with all this time!) and the girl doing my nails asks me "so you married? have boyfriend?". I paused big time before finally saying "I'm widowed". That was the first time I've had to say that out loud and it was so strange. All these little outward things that define someone who's married suddenly don't belong to me anymore - checking that "M" box on forms; wearing wedding rings; having someone at home to kill the spiders that seem to stalk me.  It was not part of my plan, but it seems it was part of someone's plan so I need to just through it. For now, I'm trying to notice these things, acknowledge their part in my new reality and move forward.
Life with just the kids and me is beginning to normalize a bit. My parents don't live with us 24/7 and are mainly coming up on the weekends. My dad and Ryan are taking a dance class together every Saturday so he can't miss that! And we had Ed's mom and her husband over last Sunday for family dinner along with my parents, which was great. I think we'll have to try and make that more routine.  During the week it's pretty much business as usual - I'm back kicking ass at work and making my strategic moves up the corporate ladder (lol); Regan is up and down, but mostly on an upward trajectory with school again as well as doing great in her 15 hours of dance each week; and Ryan, well Ryan is awesome. She's blissfully unaware of the tragedy we've all experienced and helps keep us smiling every day. This recent picture just says it all. I think we're going to be OK.

 
 
