Grieving in a bikini
Dear loved ones, I wasn’t going to write a blog today because I am not really in a very good mood or head space. My ex husband did indeed die yesterday afternoon. I was laying on my bed resting and I felt him leave this plane. His daughter messaged me a few moments later confirming his passing.
I didn’t think I would be sad or experience grief, but my body and heart crumbled. We were separated but not divorced, so I guess that means that now I am technically a widow.
I was thinking of having a very long title for this blog – something like “grieving in a bikini, sun tanning on the balcony with my daughter, music blasting, smoking weed and drinking beer”.
I didn’t smoke but my daughter did blow some of the fumes my way. As for the beer part, I had ¼ cup, a thimble full. The sun was hot, the music was loud and singable, and the company was sensational. What better way to grieve.
There will be no funeral now because of Covid-19, so, no decision for me to make as to whether I would attend or not. My ex always used to say that I would bring a boyfriend with me to his funeral. Or that I would find a boyfriend at his funeral and not just one, two or three. This always used to upset me that he would say such a thing, but now I do believe he would be right. I would bring a boyfriend, or I could find two or three. Was he a prophet?
Thank you for being here with me, I appreciate it very much. Much love. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane
Here is a song that I listened to over and over again when I was in the hospital for a month and was dying. I didn’t end up dying as you can plainly see, but I did lose my religion after that experience.