Thursday, December 05, 2013
Tonight was the Alzheimer's Association's Christmas open house and I was invited. You see, Ed didn't have the disease and neither did I but my cousin, our older daughter's Godfather died from it at an early age and a neighbor, a lovely wonman, also had it. Because of these people with whom we were close we were involved in raising funds. Ed chaired the Beach Ball for Alzhiemer's one year and for several years we worked on or chaired the committee to procure items for the auctions. Ed also helped with the live auction each year.
I went to the open house. At first I saw no one that I knew and I am not sure if that was good or not good. Then I spotted the present chairman of the Beach Ball. I went over to speak to Lee and he told me where I could find Leo, the local head of the Alzheimer's Assoc. Oh my, Ginao grabbed me and went on and on about being glad I was there until the tears just began pouring down my cheeks. Interspersed with how glad he was that I ame were little snippets about Ed would want me to be out, etc.
I finally said that I needed to speak to others, although I had no idea who those others would be, and he told me that I had to find Grace, his wife. He then took me by the arm and steered me toward her, tapping her on the shoulder, saying, "Look who is here, look who is here!"
Grace also grabbed me and hugged me then started telling people around me about Ed. As she talked I am sure that people thought that he was sitting at the right hand of Jesus. it was so nice to hear but such a reminder of my personal lose. Thank goodness she realized my sadness and changed the subject asking about a mutual friend who moved to Florida several years ago. That made it much easier.
I am blessed to have had a husband, best friend, lover, aggravator, father of my children, instigator, provider, etc that so many have such wonderful memories and thoughts of and think so highly of him. I am blessed to have known that I was first in his life and he loved his children and grandchildren. I am blessed that he was fun, funny, yet serious when he needed to be and a good business man as well as talented. I am blessed to have my memories and that when he left this earth he did too. I am blessed to be a helper and not a needer of services.
Now, when will the tears stop?