Not since the death of my amazing husband, no. One year ago was the last holiday I got to spend with him.
Facebook assaults or blesses me with “on this day”, every single day. As I see pictures from last year, I see how pale Mitch was. I believe, that he was already in a downward fall. Not last year. I didn’t see it a year ago. If I did, or if he did, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Or we would? I’ll never know, and with this, “what ifs” can’t tear you down, so I try to avoid the “if only” and “what if” thoughts.
In the photo, before the countdown, he is smiling. His beautiful face, pale. (He tried avoiding the camera all night, because he didn’t want the splint in any pictures. He hated that thing!)
These were the two photos from our last holiday together, that screamed at me, today.
New Year’s was a fun time, we spent with family and friends, every year. We loved bringing in the New year, surrounded by those we loved.
Mitch was always the life of the party. He made everyone around him feel good, and filled the room with laughter. It never failed.
I wish he was spending this new year’s holiday with us, too. I wish I could hear his big laugh, and wrap my arms around his big shoulders, and tell him I love him, over and over and over.
This year, he will be spending his New Year’s Eve with someone he hasn’t spent it with in many many years.
His mom. But, with all the family that has passed, he has a party going on, wherever they all are, and we all know it!!
Megan, Sandy, Paul, Scotty, and many many more.
Party On, Mitch. We miss the fuck out of you!