This day has a great amount of significance to me. For two very important reasons.
Please allow me to explain, and I hope you understand.
I will start with the best part of this date.
My girl. The daughter I wish I could have added to our [insane] family. A woman who has been with me for over a decade. Someone who makes me smile. Who makes me want to scoop her up in a warm hug and make her cocoa. A Tadpole of such depth, intelligence and honesty that I am surprised she puts up with my stuff. And for this long? Gawd, I love the girl. I do Yvo. Hope you know that.
I give you Miss Feisty Foodie, Yvo. Lovely, isn't she? And it's her BIRTHDAY!!!
Yes I stole your pic'. Whatcha' gonna do?
I wish her the happiest of birthdays and hope she is rocking her butt off in NYC - which, if you read her blog, she probably is. She has amazing friends and they do the funnest stuff, with great NOSHES included. Friends, food [and alcohol] what could be better. hee
I wish I could call you Yvo and sing [poorly you know] to you! But this is my birthday wish for you. I will never forget your birthday. . .because you are you and I love you. You are my original Tadpole. And I thank you for all you have given me over 10 years.
Now excuse me while I walk down Morose Lane. I'm sorry.
I wish I could call you Yvo and sing [poorly you know] to you! But this is my birthday wish for you. I will never forget your birthday. . .because you are you and I love you. You are my original Tadpole. And I thank you for all you have given me over 10 years.
Now excuse me while I walk down Morose Lane. I'm sorry.
The second half of today falls on my head.
Please understand that I am not trying to take away from our beautiful Yvo, but today is also Senior's birthday.
I know, right? For those that don't understand, Senior was my first husband. He is father to Sean [JR] and Emily [Squirrel].
He died when he was 38. On Christmas Eve. It was the most shocking phone call I have ever received. That memory replays in my head so often. When I got off the phone I threw the phone at Steven I was so upset. I wasn't aiming to hit him, mind you....just wanted to get it out of my hands because it told me what I never wanted to hear.
I know you all know how tumultuous our marriage was. We were young and scared. I think, sometimes, had we just matured a bit? That he would still be alive and we would still be married. I could have saved him.
That is not said to take anything away from how very, very much I love Steven. I do. And he understands my emptiness at Senior's death. You know that I love Steven and the blessings he has given me, he isn't a second choice, he is my WORLD - every bit of 20 years -but I had to accept a long time ago that Senior chose to leave me and the kids, when they were babies, for his drugs. That was hard. I don't think I ever minded for me so much, but the kids? That wasn't fair. And what he did afterwards was horrible.
Please understand that I am not trying to take away from our beautiful Yvo, but today is also Senior's birthday.
I know, right? For those that don't understand, Senior was my first husband. He is father to Sean [JR] and Emily [Squirrel].
He died when he was 38. On Christmas Eve. It was the most shocking phone call I have ever received. That memory replays in my head so often. When I got off the phone I threw the phone at Steven I was so upset. I wasn't aiming to hit him, mind you....just wanted to get it out of my hands because it told me what I never wanted to hear.
I know you all know how tumultuous our marriage was. We were young and scared. I think, sometimes, had we just matured a bit? That he would still be alive and we would still be married. I could have saved him.
That is not said to take anything away from how very, very much I love Steven. I do. And he understands my emptiness at Senior's death. You know that I love Steven and the blessings he has given me, he isn't a second choice, he is my WORLD - every bit of 20 years -but I had to accept a long time ago that Senior chose to leave me and the kids, when they were babies, for his drugs. That was hard. I don't think I ever minded for me so much, but the kids? That wasn't fair. And what he did afterwards was horrible.
Still? I can say this. . .
He was a good man. He had his demons. He did. He treated me and the kids poorly during the divorce [which took so long] and the ensuing years, but I have always known it was because he had an outside influence that he was trying to make happy.
Whenever we were alone together or the three us [me, Senior and Steven] he could be himself. He was witty, kind and loving. He was the *old* Senior I loved so much. But when the influence was around? He could be the nastiest son of a bitch I ever met. His eyes would blaze at me, the words would spew and the only thing that kept him from coming at me, to hit me again, was my beloved Steven, but I could see the apology, the sadness, in his eyes, that he was acting a role for the sake of it and he knew he was hurting me and the kids. He didn't want to, he just felt he had to...I don't know why he chose what he did over them.
He was a good man. He had his demons. He did. He treated me and the kids poorly during the divorce [which took so long] and the ensuing years, but I have always known it was because he had an outside influence that he was trying to make happy.
Whenever we were alone together or the three us [me, Senior and Steven] he could be himself. He was witty, kind and loving. He was the *old* Senior I loved so much. But when the influence was around? He could be the nastiest son of a bitch I ever met. His eyes would blaze at me, the words would spew and the only thing that kept him from coming at me, to hit me again, was my beloved Steven, but I could see the apology, the sadness, in his eyes, that he was acting a role for the sake of it and he knew he was hurting me and the kids. He didn't want to, he just felt he had to...I don't know why he chose what he did over them.
He was a good man. He worked hard. I have never wanted him back since he was so cruel for so long, but? This day makes me sad. Because he shouldn't have died so young. He shouldn't have. He had gifts to give to others, he just didn't choose me, Sean Jr or Emmy. He would be 46 years old today. I raise a glass to him. He had a good heart, I never doubted that. Otherwise I would have never married him. I have always known I have good taste, right?
What prompted me to include Senior in this post is because a very nice FB Tadpole, Iggy, shared this song with me this morning [without having any idea of this day] - and the line "I thought I'd see you one more time. . ." resonated with me. I really thought Senior was timeless and he would always be a part of our lives. Mean, funny, kind or cruel? I thought he would be here.
And now?
He isn't.
http://youtu.be/C3uaXCJcRrE
So, welcome to the roller coaster that will always be October 27th to me. I truly don't want to take away from Yvo's day, as she is simply the best.
I love you girlie and thank you for bringing such a light to my day, everyday.
http://youtu.be/C3uaXCJcRrE
So, welcome to the roller coaster that will always be October 27th to me. I truly don't want to take away from Yvo's day, as she is simply the best.
I love you girlie and thank you for bringing such a light to my day, everyday.
8 comments:
How very moving and touching. Thank you for sharing...
Very touching post my friend, sending big hugs across the pond :)
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oh, Janine, you can't save anyone who doesn't want to be saved. the drug counselor at the methadone clinic (not me) told me that. he also said, addicts have to hit rock bottom and lose everything or be on the cusp of losing everything before (if) they try to save themselves and most times it doesn't work even when they try. make your plans, he told me, for what you will do if it fails. it's a rare addict that kicks it and stays clean.
I know how difficult anniversary dates can be. No matter how many years have passed, certain dates on the calendar still have a way of tugging on our heartstrings and making a painful loss feel new all over again.
But it's a whole new day. Let's hope it's a good one!
As for your football-watching, at least you aren't a Falcons fan. We got humiliated on an international scale on Sunday. Yeah, us!
I love your thoughts on this. Heck, I love everything you write, but I mean you have to take the good with the bad on this day. I think you worded it very elegantly.
A little late to the party, but you are an amazing, incredible, wonderful woman and your birthday wishes did not fall on deaf ears. I love you.
And possibly more than you know, I can relate.
Mei Rona Chod Dun Tumhe Khone Ke Dar Se play bazaar satta king Kaash Tum Meri Aankhon Ka Aansun Ban Jao.
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