And Then I Am Crying

DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley runs in fountain with children

Tommy is outside, screaming with joy. He’s hanging on the side of the above-ground pool that’s killed all the grass around it and he’s laughing really hard. “Don’t splash me!” he screams at Austin, but it’s obvious he wants his brother to keep playing this silly game with him.

I watch him for a moment. Upstairs, my partner Chris is working. He’s sanding down a wall he just spackled, and I can hear the sports talk radio he’s put on for background noise. It’s Sunday, and we are both trying to prep for the week and get projects done around the house.

I am peeling cucumbers for soup. I decide it’s time to listen to my own soundtrack, so I put on the new album by The Chicks. I don’t know all the words to the songs yet, but I sing along to those that I do. There are a lot of cucumbers and I know that I’ll be peeling them for a while, but since it’s a Sunday afternoon in the summer, I don’t mind.

I stick my head outside to check on the boys. It feels like a sauna and I imagine it must be close to a hundred degrees. Tommy is still laughing, but now both boys have gotten out of the pool. “I’m freezing!” Tommy yells, and Austin runs up to him and wraps a towel around him.

I go back inside and keep peeling cucumbers, singing along to the chorus of the music. I peek out at the boys who’ve gotten back into the pool and are still playing their silly game. I layer spices on the cucumbers and taste one to make sure there’s enough salt.

And then – out of nowhere – I am crying.

They are not sad tears, although I’ve had many moments over the past few years when I’ve spontaneously started sobbing. No – these tears are different.

I am having one of those moments when I realize how happy I am.

I’ve had these happy moments before in my life, of course. Even in my 20s and early 30s, I had moments when I was able to step back and say, “what a perfect moment this is.”

But it was different back then. Yes, I certainly remember the joy I felt in the first hour after Claire was born, or when Austin took his first steps at the splash pad, or the day that Tommy skipped into his first day of preschool. Those moments overtook me, as I think they probably do with many parents. And sure, I felt a special kind of happiness on many average days too, because I’m a generally happy person.

And yet. Being a widow has made these moments – the ones when I feel overcome with happiness – it’s made them feel different than similar moments I had 5 or 10 years ago. Yes, I’ve had many more moments of sadness over the past two-and-a-half years than I ever had before. But I’ve also had more moments like the one I had when I was peeling cucumbers.

They are moments when I realize how damn lucky I still am.

Lucky to have my kids. Lucky to have this house and the dead grass in the yard. Lucky to have had love with Shawn that sustained me through the terrible grief I felt when I lost him. Lucky for too many cucumbers and wet towels on the floor. Lucky to have found love again with a man who likes to spackle walls.

Lucky to be alive.

Sometimes it all feels so unfair and I can get caught up in the injustice of both my personal life and the larger world. Why did my husband die and why there are so many other injustices in this world? I do not have an answer.

But on days like last Sunday, I do know this: there is still goodness in this world.

And somehow, being a widow makes me see that goodness just a little more often than I did before.

There’s rarely time for me to truly pause and appreciate these moments, because I’m a mom and there’s a global pandemic and I have to figure out how I’m going to actually teach this fall and also get groceries for the upcoming week.

So I dry my eyes and start chopping the mint. The soup does need more salt. The towels need picking up. The boys need to stop pushing each other in the pool. Chris probably would like a soda and I definitely need another cup of coffee.

I don’t usually pause at these moments of perfection. There is just so much to do with three kids around. Usually, I’m quickly back to the daily tasks that I need to accomplish and I don’t take a moment to step back and think, “thank God for what I have.” The pauses are few and far between.

Because, of course, life just keeps going. And even if I rarely pause to think about it, I’m grateful for that.

Image Credit: Stefanie Harrington Photography.

5 Replies to “And Then I Am Crying”

  1. It’s so important to be grateful and enjoy the moment.

    1. Yes! It’s something I’m learning, slowly, as I think it is for many widows.

  2. I just wanted to thank you so much for the honesty and emotion that you have poured into your writing. I am 43 and my husband of 21 years passed away unexpectedly 4 months ago. He was an incredible father and husband, and my daughters and I miss him constantly. With the World in the state it is in, I can’t tell you how much it has helped me to read your story. I am lucky to have an incredible family and group of friends that are like family, but not having someone who has been through the heartbreak of losing a spouse has been incredibly difficult. I am still reading through your past posts, but I wanted to take a moment to thank you for all you have done. You and your writing have truly been a blessing to me. ❤️

    1. I’m so terribly sorry about the loss of your husband. I am glad that my blog can be helpful, if only a little bit. I’ll be thinking of you. Hang in there.

    2. Kristin Garner says: Reply

      Hi Stacy. My husband of 21 years passed away 4 months ago as well on March 29th. It was totally unexpected and I am still feeling as if it’s all a bad dream. I am somehow making, it each day, with my 11 year old daughter; but, I keep thinking my husband is going to walk in the front door from one of his work trips.

      This virus is not making things easier and as the school year gets ready to start up again, I’m finding myself a little lost, lonely, and empty as I prepare for the new school year and all of its uncertainties on my own.

      I am older than you, 48, but when I saw your post, I was a little surprised at how similar our situations are. I stumbled upon this blog and am so glad I did for Marjorie puts into words, so eloquently, much of what I am feeling. As I read her posts from the beginning to present, they also give me hope.

      I have been reading a lot of books lately as I try to figure out how I’m going to navigate this grief and pain I’ve been thrusted in. One book I especially liked was Confessions of a Mediocre Widow by Catherine Tidd. She also has two blogs I believe, but I have yet to check them out. Just thought I’d mention it in case you wanted to check it out.

      I’m sorry for your loss; I don’t wish this sorrow on anyone. Take care-Kristin

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