A widower that we know lost his wife less than a year ago. It was DEVASTATING. He looked like he'd been hit by a truck....and somehow I had this feeling that he would probably get remarried before too long. He was too in love with that wife to know how to go about life as a single person. He hasn't remarried yet, but he does have a girlfriend...and I think it is a really good thing. I don't think it erases her memory or his heartbreak - it just creates a space for him to love again. I like to think that if Ted lost me, that I would be happy to see him fall in love again. I don't want him to be alone. I worry that what I'd actually feel is jealous.
If my parents lost me - how would I want them to feel? When I felt that they were particularly horrible to me (I mostly felt that way when I was a teenager - like when they wouldn't let me do something I wanted to do), I'd picture them at my funeral - crying over me and wishing they'd just have let me go to the party I wanted to go to. It's really morbid, I know, but I think many of us have had these fantasies. Of course I'd want them to be happy again but how would I feel about really seeing them woop it up? I can't really say, even though I'd like to say that I'd be smiling down on them. I don't want my parents to know sadness, but I'd expect them to mourn for a while. Or maybe my dead self is more evolved than that - I sure hope so.
All this to say, when I laugh to loud, I wonder what Maxie must think. I hope he knows that I am laughing despite feeling sick to my stomach that I am forever without him. He must - because the laughter is just a band aid. I hope he knows that.
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