Why My Husband Is Not Allowed To Die Before Me

Obviously, this is a bit of a weird & morbid thought, but I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to think this. We’ve been together for over a decade now and he’s put up with some crap in that time. But this evening I had a weird thought…

… I’d just got out of the bath & was feeling a bit achey & sorry for myself so asked him to help me dry my hair. As we sat in my wardrobe, he brushed my hair as it dried into just the style that I like it. I watched him in the mirror & thought “when I’m old and go a bit doolally, I wonder if him still doing this will be what makes me remember us and smile”.

Now I appear to be making the assumption that I’ll be the one to go dotty. But working on previous experience, it’s more likely.


Note: This isn’t him btw… It’s a Fuggler version of him. It’s the hum teeth embodiment of him though.

But in the words of Pooh Bear. If you live to be 100 years old, I hope I live to 99 years & 364 days so I never have to live without you.

#FiveMinuteFriday – After

We love to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. For five minutes flat.

Here’s how we do it:

Go to Lisa Jo Baker’s Blog

1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt “After” with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

This week’s prompt: “after”

We plan so much ahead, that often we forget to enjoy now. Life is a series of decisions, often based on a balanced consideration of the impact of our actions. It’s only when we look back on something that we regret not basking in the joy of the moment. But if you are fully engaged, when looking back after the event, the memories are so much more vivid.

But what if we stopped obsessing about what might happen, accept what has happened and base decisions on creating ongoing tranquility, or peace? What if we put past transgressions behind us? What is we stopped living fearful lives based on the possibility that someone might get hurt? (With a fractured elbow currently resting on a heat pad, I can conclude I wouldn’t change a thing – the memory of those precious few moments roller skating with TinyPants will last years, my elbow will heal).

What if we stopped planning for retirement and nurtured the next generation instead of hoarding everything away for ourselves? That way, if we do make it that far, we have financially stable offspring to take care of us (as happened in many previous generations).

Because after all is said and done, you could get run over by a bus tomorrow.

And if I do? Well, I’ve lived more vibrantly than ever the last few months and I regret very little.