Welcome back to The Sandbox Writing Challenge-Exercise 16. Now that we’ve gotten our warm-up exercises out of the way, it’s time to “dig in” a little deeper and see what we can “unearth” in Part 2.
I am deliberately leaving out the other reviews and warming up exercises as I don’t feel they were of much help when we did them before. But I am going to add a little something in. Fimnora has suggested that anyone who would like could “donate” a prompt of their own for the rest of us to answer. I think that’s a very INTERESTING idea. So if ANY OF YOU have a prompt you’d like to see us work with, please drop me a note and we’ll work them in!
In the meantime, I’ve seen this exercise used before in grief therapy. His nibs used it when he was in counseling after the death of my parents. It usually involves a person who has passed on. Interestingly, Roberta Allen doesn’t put any qualifiers on who this person should be — gone or here. Must admit I’m puzzled. Fimnora swore I would know who to write about when I sat down to do it last time!!! I don’t remember who iit was! So here we go…
I actually do remember who I wrote about my first go round in the Sandbox, my Aunt Barbara. Obviously, this go round, it will be My Jim sitting in the chair…all comfy, puffing away on his pipe, giving me his full attention………thankfully, we communicated and shared our feelings, so we both knew we were loved and adored by each other. So what is it I would say to him, that I NEVER SAID before……………
Well Babe, here’s the deal…..Life Without You Sucks. Period.
We spoke of our mortality/immortality often..believing we would have more time…but the reality is, if you are a part of a couple, one of you is going to die first, and though I/we always knew that, your sudden departure knocked my world off its axis.
I NEVER would have believed That as of today, I have survived 80 weeks without you…that’s 560 days Jim!!! I always said I wanted to go first, that the thought of living without you was something I couldn’t do……Yet, from the moment I heard you were gone, (which by the way I already knew), those thoughts of mixing a cocktail and doing myself in never entered my mind, not at first. Yes, I did eventually think about it, fleeting as they were. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, if I Ever did that and succeeded, instead of greeting me happily, you’d kicked my ass from one end of the galaxy to the other…..that is not the way I want our reunion to be.
So, here I am, 80 weeks into this journey Babe. I’ve been on my own emotional rollercoaster, and you know how much I dislike that ride….but not only have I held on, I’ve conquered that sucker! I have no idea where this journey is going to take me, but because of you, your love and your constant encouragement and belief in me, I’m gonna make it. I know you’re proud of me. I also know you may not recognize this Linda I’m becoming, but I know you approve.
So….while life here still sucks without you…I’m going to continue to live this life you’ve gifted me with and Live It Out Freakin’ Loud!!!!!
Now, I’d like to read aloud, something I wrote for you……
YOUR BEAUTIFUL HEART
YOUR DEEP FROM THE BELLY LAUGH
ALL THE WHILE….
I TRY TO MOVE FORWARD
AND LIVE EVERYDAY
IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU PROUD
I CAN ALMOST HEAR YOU SAY…
“YOU’VE GOT THIS LINDA BABE
I BELIEVE IN YOU
GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE
THERE ARE THINGS FOR YOU TO DO
So Husband, what do you think of that???
I. LOVE. YOU.
ALWAYS AND FOREVER ❤