A Week of Gratitude, Day 7 - The Smart Man

Sunday, December 7, 2014
In the first year after Moe died, my ability to execute on even the simplest tasks was seriously compromised. My memory was completely shot, and what intellectual rigor I had retained had to be reserved for my job. Especially for the first six months, my emotional fragility was extreme, and I would cry often, at seemingly unrelated events.

I was incapable of taking care of myself, but I was so very fortunate to have someone who was willing and capable of doing so until I could recovery to a degree where I could manage my own life.

That person is, of course, the Smart Man. Throughout the first year, he kept me on track, managed our business, looked out for triggers that might set me off and avoided them. He was supremely understanding and patient with my grief-induced brain scatter, and ensured others treated me kindly, and with grace. When my inability to concentrate made me nearly non-functional on a professional level, he encouraged me to seek my doctor's help, and made sure I took at least minimal care of my body, even when I couldn't have cared less.

And he did all these things at the expense of his own grief journey. The Smart Man and Moe were very close, and her death hit him very hard. But he's been so concerned about my well-being that he's not paid sufficient attention to his own.

Today I'm grateful for a partner who has provided me with the love, support, patience and attention I've needed to round the corner of my grief, and try to come back to the world.

1 comments:

Anne C. said...

I am so grateful for the Smart Man for taking such good care of you. Words can't really encompass how much. He was already considered a funny and smart guy and through this experience he has shown his true mettle, which is of the very best.
Much love to you both.