Tuesday, October 16, 2012

My love,

Sometimes I sit here and let the overwhelming sadness take me over, while other days I laugh about the little things you did that amazed me so much. As each day passes I spend time reminiscing about the future we may have had together and for this my heart aches. I find it particularly hard to bear on days where I am forced to leave behind or go without you to events or special occasions. I realize that soon all the plans we once made will stop coming and the idea of this saddens me.

I have so many precious memories that I hold so very dear to my heart. The first day we met, I remember being introduced to you after rugby practice. You were still wet with sweat and your muscles bulged out of your grey sleeveless shirt. I remember thinking how beautiful you were, but I was told you were off limits. It wasn’t more than a week or so later that we found each other attracted to one another like magnets. I remember flashes of that night, looking around the bar for you, it wasn’t hard to pick you out in your white and grey striped shirt and that massive grin that was permanently painted across your face. The level of excitement that I felt when I saw you walking towards me from the other side of the room was enormous. You held out your hand and not so gently pulled me towards the dance floor. You were intoxicating and I instantly fell in love with the way you danced, and this is not because you were an amazing dancer but because you thought you were and you loved every minute of it. You moved your shoulders back and forth in an uncoordinated fashion and it made me laugh. You always hated when I laughed at your dancing, and once told me you wouldn’t dance anymore if I kept it up.

It rained that night and instead of bee-lining it to the house from the cab I insisted we go run on the rugby pitch in the rain. We laid there looking up at what little stars we could see and soaked up the beauty that surrounded us. This spot is where I bowed down on the day of your memorial at the club, I did this before our game and I prayed for you to give me strength, I told you that I loved you and that I wanted to play hard so that I could continue to impress you with my talent. Since that night the pitch has been a special place for us, it was where we first met, where we spent a lot of our time and where I first told you I loved you.

After that night running around on the pitch in the rain, I woke up in your arms and quickly realized that you had somehow managed to keep me within your tight embrace for the whole night, a feat that most cannot say they have accomplished. We seemed to fit together perfectly like spoons. That day we got to know each other a little better and I could see that you were strong and tough, but I could also see right through you. You were more than the muscles and the athleticism you made yourself out to be; darling it was your eyes that gave this away. They had a look of kindness that could not fool me. I told you this, and compared you to a big teddy bear, oh you did not like that at all. I think that’s what I fell for first, which was your genuine kindness and tenderness for all people. Many at the house can attest to this, but it was evident that neither of us wanted to go home that day. And as soon as you left for home, I left too, and as I drove home I smiled, and giggled, I was giddy with delight and a desire to be yours.

Only several days later you were holding me in your arms every night and from then on forward we spent every waking moment possible together, almost like nothing else but you and I existed. Things with you were easy, and our lives, personalities and goals seemed to intertwine themselves into a beautiful puzzle. You have made me the happiest I have ever been, and I miss that happiness with all of my being. Every day I crave hearing your voice and waking up in your arms, but that cannot be. I know deep down in my heart that it will take time to find that happiness, but my that my time will come again to be able to smile and feel the way that you made me feel; so whole and complete.

Love,
Callie 

P.S. Baby I'm sharing this video to show everyone what a great dancer you were! <3 


Friday, October 12, 2012

tight embrace of a hug

I find myself talking to Wally on a regular basis and more often than not I know just exactly what his response would be. It makes me smile because he always had a witty and timely response for just about anything you threw his way. His humour and quick wit was one of the many things I adored about him, and I can honestly say that I couldn’t keep up with it.

Over the past couple weeks I have started to waddle my way out of the denial stage and have begun to accept that Wally in his physical self is gone. With this has come a significant increase (whoa I sound like a scientist) in sadness and crying. Which is not always a bad thing, as crying is necessary for the grieving process to move forward. Luckily, I am now back home and get the attention of my loving mom whenever I need it. But I know that over time the waves will become less frequent and their strength less strong.

Since being back I have had the opportunity to meet with someone, who like me lost their partner to a tragic accident. I was amazed when I first became aware of our commonality for two reasons, the first was: before experiencing this loss I didn’t realize how frequently tragedies like these actually occur. And secondly, I was shocked to find out that we were both dealing with our loss in similar ways. Like me, Charles has started a blog (check out his blog at: http://charlesmulhern.blogspot.ca/) about what he learned from his partner, Edyta (beautiful name!). He’s a natural born philosopher (in person and in his blog) so he’s got quite a skill with words. The most interesting part is that I can pick out many parallels within our posts; which are merely just worded differently to suit our writing styles and personal experiences. But very cool to see!

When we finally met I found comfort in being around someone who knew just exactly what I was going through. Half the time I found we were both saying “EXACTLY” or “oh me too”. It was a nice change. Now unlike Charles, I have come to realize that some of my friends just can’t seem to comprehend why some days I NEED to cry my eyes out or that I allow myself to feel sad. I know they mean well and I love them for being there but my advice to anyone who is trying to provide comfort is do not lecture or try to provide advice on what you think someone should do to feel better, because it is in no way helpful, in time they will learn to cope through their own methods. But I emphasize their time. The best thing someone could do for me during the times when sadness overtakes me is to just be around to make me smile, laugh or just to listen to me. It’s hard to understand but usually the best kind of support doesn’t come in verbal form but comes from the tight embrace of a hug.

I started a memorial group on facebook (https://www.facebook.com/groups/288102741302684/?fref=ts) because I really find comfort in hearing the stories that people have to say about Walter. And even though I sit there and cry while I read every single one of them it just solidifies what an amazing person he was. Only a few people have posted so far but I hope as time goes on more people will be open to the idea of sharing their stories about him.

Godspeed.