Posted on July 8, 2004 in Guest Blogger
It’s the facing of the weekend without Lynn which weighs on my mind most these last hours. She’s off to see her father who, by all reports, sounds like he is in the last stages of the bone cancer he has been fighting these last seven years. She goes with my understanding and blessing. Nevertheless, I am not welcoming the weekend.
It’s hard for me to reach beyond Lynn, to ask friends to step in. Part of it is the sickly sweet response that I will get: Oh, it is so sweet that you miss your wife when you are gone. Part of it is simple fear of any motives they might have.
This is how I am, I suppose, how I live through the days.
She leaves on Friday and returns on Tuesday. I shall have to amuse myself.