Letting Go

Things have been hard.

Bad stuff has, literally, been bubbling up in the basement. Dealing with it has been seriously revolting. It all comes back to the old saying, By the inch,it’s a cinch, by the yard, it’s hard. It is so metaphorical, it’s sickening.

The other aspect of this week has been doing Barry’s will and giving his grandsons some money. I am helping him to fulfill his final wishes. He is very grateful for my efforts. If he is holding on for some specific event, we are accomplishing them in a timely manner, I hope.

It reminds me of an episode of Friends, where Phoebe is haunted by a massage client that desires to experience everything before moving on. The client only leaves when Ross’s lesbian ex is at the altar with her new spouse. As soon as she gets what she is looking for, she happily moves on. Is that what Barry is doing? Is that what we are all doing?

About cdhoagpurple

I live in Michigan. I was Greek Orthodox (and previously Protestant), but now am more Buddhist than anything. I am single now (through the till-death-do-you-part clause of the marriage contract). My husband Barry was a good man and celebrated 30 years in AA. I am overly educated, with an MBA. My life felt terminally in-limbo while caring for a sick husband, but I am free now. I see all things as being in transition. Impermanence is the ultimate fact of life. Nothing remains the same, good or bad.

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