The Safest Place
Yesterday was my Dad's unveiling. My Mom is here from Florida, staying with us for a few days, and tension is high between my husband and me, as it always is when he has to share me with someone else. I blame the tension on him, he blames it on me, and I'm sure the truth is somewhere between.
Yesterday was a beautiful day with bright sunshine, not too hot, and a steady breeze. We gathered at the graveside for the brief ceremony. The rabbi asked if I'd like to share any personal memories of my Dad, or just stick to the prayers, and I opted to stick with the selected prayers, not too sure I wouldn't break down if I started to speak. As the ceremony ended, the tears began, and when they began, it didn't matter that my husband and I had been sniping at each other all week, or that I'd been bitchy to him all day, or that I'd been trying to avoid him for the past 15 minutes, because in that instant I just instinctively sought out the safest place I knew, and that was my husband's strong arms, steady shoulders and comforting presence. I moved to where he was and he put his arms around me and kept everyone away, kept me safe and protected until I was ready to rejoin family and friends.
My husband is the safest and most comforting place I know. I'm so grateful.
Yesterday was a beautiful day with bright sunshine, not too hot, and a steady breeze. We gathered at the graveside for the brief ceremony. The rabbi asked if I'd like to share any personal memories of my Dad, or just stick to the prayers, and I opted to stick with the selected prayers, not too sure I wouldn't break down if I started to speak. As the ceremony ended, the tears began, and when they began, it didn't matter that my husband and I had been sniping at each other all week, or that I'd been bitchy to him all day, or that I'd been trying to avoid him for the past 15 minutes, because in that instant I just instinctively sought out the safest place I knew, and that was my husband's strong arms, steady shoulders and comforting presence. I moved to where he was and he put his arms around me and kept everyone away, kept me safe and protected until I was ready to rejoin family and friends.
My husband is the safest and most comforting place I know. I'm so grateful.
posted by molly at
9:44 AM
3 Comments:
I am so very, very sorry for your loss and grateful to know that you have people around you that can give you comfort now. ::hugs::
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Sheepish Annie, at 12:51 PM
I am sorry for your loss. I feel that I could have written that post myself several years ago. My husband and I used to get rather testy whenever he had to share me with someone else, as if to say..."Proove that I am the most important person in your life". We are long past that stage, since I only have one sister left and she is no threat to him at all. But, the craziest part is that he is also my safe place of refuge against any and all possible harm. Funny, you haven't written in a long time, but I came across a comment from you on my blog a couple of years ago and clicked on it to check on you. Keep writing, you do it so well.
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Kacey, at 4:49 PM
Hi annie and kacey,
Thanks for stopping by. It's been almost a year since I lost my dad, and not a day goes by that I don't think about him.
I don't always appreciate my husband the way I should, but the other day, I saw him in a light that hasn't touched my heart in quite a while.
I don't write much anymore because I've gone back to work and that takes up most of my time. Thanks again for your comforting words and thoughts.
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molly, at 2:04 PM
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