Cheryl has been a close friend since 1966.  Often being a close friend is not considered when talking about a spouse. Why does that not come up? I think love binds friends together.  Good friends have mutual love. Acquaintances have attraction but not love. Maybe they express empathy but not love. It is different somehow.

Close means something near. The opposite of close is far. True for physical distance and feeling. Close also means dear. Close Friends are Dear Friends.

We were friends first and then spouses. This what I think, marriage of friends will last. I do not mean that one will never wonder what if but the what if is not a passion. The what if is merely a speculation.

Every day I have a feeling begins about 9:00 a.m. I feel the necessity to get moving and go visit Cheryl. At the same time, I am certain that she is going to be sleeping and not know that I am there. I am not certain of this but it happens more and more. Fear is, perhaps, a better word. When she is sleeping, it is personally a disappointment. However, I think the closeness that I feel for her is unsatisfied until I see her and touch her. Even if she is sleeping, I can feel my heart and mind calm – she is okay. I have not thought about this before our current situation with her disease.

Maybe this is what I felt when I was working and traveling for work. I especially felt a longing in my heart on the weekend should my travel last that long. It would be very important to get home. Is this homesickness? She was where I was home. During the week while away I could distract myself with work and maybe in the evening a little alcohol. But on the weekends I needed her. Fortunately most of my travel rarely was over the weekend. When I retired it was a comfort to have her nearby most of the time. I needed the closeness and doing things together.

I am thinking about all of this as I struggle with the idea that she is leaving me. And as I have written in an earlier post, I do not know where to put that. So, I am thinking about our trips. I am thinking about our children when they were small. I am thinking about our life. I am remembering the great times we had.

Carpe Memoriam