This was something I had been meaning to do for over a year. I was afraid to go back there. I was afraid to feel the feelings I knew would bubble up. Afraid to face those wonderful people I had waited so long to thank. I never forgot them, though. They cared for Mike. They fought over him. He was a special person even to those who know that people with cancer are special, and deal with them every day.
When I left the hospital and got to my car, I cried like Mike had just died. I couldn't stop it. There are so many times I have wept. But this was stronger than had been felt in a very long time.
It's weird. I have found myself comforting other people so many times, yet haven't had anyone with me when the tears really let loose. Who ever is with me on that day better be ok with it. It'll overwhelm them.
Mike and me on 4 South
(Photo by staff photographer Florida Sun-Sentinal)
2 comments:
it won't overwhelm them. i think anyone who loves you (and there are a lot of us) would be glad and honored to be there for you.
Any of us would be happy to be your shoulder. However, just so you know...99 percent of my all out moments of pure grief over Sharon's death are experienced alone...and often in the car.
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