About Me

My wonderful husband died when I was 44 years old. Being widowed this young happens to less than 3% of married people. Writing through this loss one word at time helps me understand what I've lost and helps me continue to grow. It is how I have gradually recovered from such a severe loss. Research shows that you can benefit from taking just 15 minutes a day to write out your deepest feelings as a way of healing. On the right side of this blog, you'll see a tag for Exercises to Try. If you need some help knowing how to use writing to help heal yourself, I suggest you start there.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Wedding Anniversary

I did not mention it aloud

this year.

It was terrifically cold that day.

In our dining room

women played recorders.

Tom juggled.

Alyse had a bad cold.

My parents looked sharp

in their great clothes.

Naomi was pregnant;

so was Shereen,

who organized

some picture taking.

Pat recorded it on video.

Susan chatted, whispered.

Mark observed.

Anna played "Skye Boat Song"

on her new clarinet.

Evan announced time to begin.

A famous Chicago judge

Jewish for my father

declared us married.

The littler ones threw confetti,

Rebecca had a new sister-in-law

married to the identical twin of her husband.

Alan and Linda and Paul were happy

not to know

that in thirteen years

this pair (these pairs)

would be halved.

We spent the next two nights

in a beautiful suite

at The Drake Hotel.

Far below

our warm, elegant room

we watched

little cars, workers,

travel north and south

on snowy Lake Shore Drive.

To the east, reliably so,

great Lake Michigan,

beautiful, huge, dark,




Anonymous said...

Happy day of giving birth, Jill. I do not have the words for the anniversary of Ken's death. He is with you always, because you love him, because he is in Natalie, because he is in Alec, because you write about his presence with such vivid and beautiful strength and clarity. My love to you.

Anonymous said...

I took a break from blogs (except my own and even that's been sporadic) for a while. Tonight I felt the need to reconnect with other widows, so I came here and read this... and I wish I could reach out my arms across all the miles between us and hug you.