All the Days of My Life

I, Rita, take you, Charles, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

I said these words on the altar in front of God, my family, and friends at the age of 21, just a few months shy of 22. Chuck was 24. We were so young. I couldn’t imagine us in our 40s, 50s, or 60s, but as we reached each milestone, I couldn’t imagine us not being together forever.

“To have and to hold.”  Chuck was mine, and I was his. We held onto each other and held each other up when times were rough.  We held each other in high regard, with admiration and appreciation. Yet, we weren’t afraid to tell each other to “Snap out of it,” either.

“From this day forward.”  It was the happiest day of my life. I couldn’t wait to build a life with Chuck and see where life would take us.  Chuck’s advice to newly married couples was always the same: “Never let the honeymoon end.” We always did our best to keep the wonder of those first months of married life alive, whether life was easy or hard.

“For better, for worse.”  We had our ups and downs like every other couple.  Some days I would get on Chuck’s nerves, and some days he would get on mine.  Our goal was never to do it at the same time. We always tried to give each other our best, and more often than not we were successful; when we weren’t, we were forgiving.

“For richer, for poorer.”  We were rarely rich in the monetary sense, but we had an abundance of riches when it came to our little family. We were happy with hand-me-down furniture for our first home, day trips with the kids instead of long vacations, and entertaining our friends and family with good food and laughs. Yes, we had our share of job losses and changes.  Chuck had many jobs over the 45 years we were married, but I never panicked (although I stressed a little) because I knew he would do whatever it took to provide financially for our family.  He had an amazing work ethic he learned by watching his immigrant father make a life for him and his siblings.

“In sickness and in health.” Thankfully, Chuck could cure most of our illnesses with a pot of his chicken soup.  When one of us was sick, the other picked up the slack. One Christmas when I was sick, Chuck engaged our young children to help him stuff and wrap the mussels with thread for Christmas dinner. Ours was a “next man up” family. As we got older, this vow was tested.  Chuck would need quadruple bypass surgery; I would have two knee replacements and two pelvic fractures. Taking care of each other could be exhausting while trying to maintain the status quo of work and life in general, but that never deterred either of us from living out our vows. Tending to each other’s needs was never a chore, but an opportunity to show each other respect and love. Little did I know this time last year that the last part of our vows, the part I could never imagine, would come to fruition.

“Until death do us part.”  Almost eleven months ago, the unimaginable happened, and I had to say goodbye to my best friend. Chuck was my person, the one who knew me best and loved me the most. Death may have separated us physically, but it did not end our love story. Today is our 46th wedding anniversary; we’re just celebrating in different places. He is still mine, and I am still his. Love Lives On

From Fifteen to Forever

I wanted to be your wife
from the moment I met you.
At the young age of fifteen,
my tender heart already knew.

You were wise beyond your years,
so different from the other boys.
Making me feel seen and safe,
you quieted the outside noise.

We dated for many years,
waiting for me to finish school.
You were patient and steadfast,
although others call you a fool.

A fool to wait for one girl
when you could be playing the field.
But when we both knew the truth,
to their pressures, you did not yield.

Started a life together,
growing our family to four.
We weathered the ups and downs,
never knowing what was in store.

Growing older by the year,
our home became an empty nest.
Two of us, like at the start,
thought what would come would be the best.

Our family grew year by year,
from four to six, then eight to ten.
You were so proud of each of us;
we heard it again and again.

I cherished being your wife,
and the life we built as a team
Your wife I will always be,
no matter what the world may deem.

We may not be together,
but our love story does not end.
Forever I remember,
the day I married my best friend.

The Beginning of the End

As the calendar flipped to August, a sense of melancholy descended over me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but after thinking about it some more, I realized it was probably because this time last year, my life as I knew it began to unravel. I was not aware that it would be my last August with Chuck.

The timeline went something like this:

1st weekend – Chuck got results of a shoulder X-ray diagnosing him with arthritis. That was not hard to believe for a 69-year-old man who spent most of his life in a kitchen, chopping, lifting, and stirring. What was surprising was Chuck’s reaction to the news. His first words were that he was relieved because he thought they were going to tell him he had cancer. I was shocked at his thinking, but maybe somewhere in his subconscious mind he already knew.

2nd weekend – We were away at Mohegan Sun Casino with some friends. We went to dinner at a restaurant there that we really enjoyed. Chuck didn’t finish his one drink or his dinner. That was unusual, but not alarming.

3rd weekend – We were to celebrate our 45th wedding anniversary with dinner at a local restaurant, but had to reschedule dinner plans for the next night because Chuck wasn’t feeling up to par. That was a little concerning, because celebrating our anniversary was one thing we rarely missed. Chuck also skipped dinner plans with a couple of my siblings in the middle of the next week.

4th weekend – We were visiting my brother and sister-in-law for a few days as we did every summer for as long as I can remember. There were plans to go to the casino and have dinner at the steak house there. Chuck decided he didn’t want to go. Now, I was starting to get really concerned. There really must be something seriously wrong if he declined a trip to the casino. He had trouble eating anything that weekend, and we left early Sunday morning because he was so uncomfortable with what he thought was acid reflux.

Chuck’s behavior at my brother’s was concerning. He seemed a little off-balance and wasn’t able to eat much of anything. First thing Monday morning, I made an appointment for us to see his primary care physician. The doctor treated the symptoms and said to give it a week and return if not feeling better. A week became two because Chuck could be a little hardheaded at times. It would be the week after Labor Day that I would take Chuck to the ER, not knowing he would never be coming home.

Chuck did so many things last summer that made him happy. He got the back deck refloored to make it safe for us to use (although we never did sit on it together), he got the driveway recoated, and he took a trip to the casino with one of his brothers and had plans to go with his other one in August (that never happened though). What Chuck loved most was getting me to buy a new car (something he thought he would never see). He was so excited that I was in a new little SUV and would be safer than in my 2010 sedan. I think his love of buying cars was only second to his love of casinos!

In hindsight, all of the little clues to Chuck’s cancer started to slowly appear this time last year until everything just snowballed at warp speed. I think Chuck had a sense of foreboding last year, but I can only see that looking backward. Moving forward with life since Chuck died is the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. When I look back on my life since last August, it is mostly filled with reliving those last weeks with Chuck with deep sadness and heartbreak.

This August is bittersweet. On one hand, I am not experiencing any back-to-school angst, but on the other hand, I was supposed to be setting out on this retirement adventure with Chuck. I continue moving forward, carrying Chuck’s love with me and praying for the day that my memories of our life together will bring me more smiles than tears.