Weeds & Wildflowers November Prompt: Where Would You Go?
There’s Only One Place I’d Go
Dealing with death
There is only one place I want to be — wherever Ben is.
No, I’m not planning on making that happen, but I wish I could. I wish I could leave this world far behind. But then there’s the question: Is there anything beyond this? Maybe Ben is nowhere. Maybe if I left here, I would be nowhere. Honestly, even that would be okay.
This Thanksgiving week has been very painful. Memories bombarded me like gunshots.
Thanksgiving 2016, I was terribly depressed from the election, just as I am now, but then, I had Ben. We escaped to New Smyrna Beach for the holiday. We woke early to watch the sun rise over the ocean. We ate Italian at The Garlic for our Thanksgiving dinner. We tried to put the devastating election behind us.
This post-election time: no Ben, no beach, no sunrise, no Italian dinner. I worked so I wouldn’t stay home and cry, but the tears came as soon as I arrived home and continued in spurts until I fell asleep.
It’s been more than six months and I still can’t believe I will never see Ben again, never hear his voice again, never feel his touch again. Losing him feels fresh like it…
