When you get to a certain age, death rears its ugly head more frequently. You notice it more and start thinking about your own mortality. Chuck was not afraid to die. I know this from conversations we had well before he fell ill. He was adamant that God put him on this earth for a purpose. Why else would God have “saved” him three times?

Chuck was born in 1956, five days after his family arrived here by ship. Initially, his family was to sail on the Italian ocean liner, the Andrea Doria, in July of that year, but they were able to secure an earlier passage in May. Thankfully, this was the case because the Andrea Doria was involved in a collision with a Swedish ocean liner, the Stockholm, off the coast of Nantucket. Forty-six people on the Andrea Doria died, fifty-one total. That was life number one for Chuck.

Months later, Chuck’s mom found herself dealing with a screaming 18-month-old who was inconsolable. The doctors found nothing particularly wrong with Chuck, but his mom persisted. He was her fifth child, and she knew this wasn’t normal behavior. Even though his mom could not speak English, she found a way to make her concerns known. Her “mother’s intuition” was correct. Chuck needed an emergency appendectomy. Without that surgery, he could have died as a toddler. That was life two.

Fast forward to 2017. Chuck complained of chest pain (which he had had for a week already). There is a post about this “adventure here:https://ritadicarne.com/2017/09/26/the-heart-of-the-matter/. Long story short, Chuck needed a quadruple by-pass. The main artery of his heart, the Widow Maker, was 99% blocked. The cardiologist said that Chuck was lucky to wake up each morning with the number of blockages in his heart. That was life number three.

Chuck was a good man with a heart of gold. Don’t get me wrong; he was not a saint, and this is not a canonization. Chuck worked hard at his job/s and always gave 150%, working long hours when necessary and taking great pride in a job well done. When it came to his family, it was more like 200%. He would help whenever asked, no matter what the task – assisting a brother with a move, or catering a family event, or one of the countless other favors. You could also find Chuck bringing water out to the landscapers in the heat of summer, or hot chocolate to the plow drivers clearing our cul-de-sac after a winter storm, that was just who he was. Chuck was especially good with older people. He was patient and kind, listened to their stories, and told some of his own, making each person truly feel appreciated.

When Chuck would bring up his “many lives,” I would tease him, calling him a cat with nine lives. I could only hope, but that was not to be. While I miss Chuck beyond measure, I do find comfort in knowing he was not afraid to die. I don’t know if it was the fact that his parents died young (Mom 49, Dad 61) that he didn’t expect his own lifespan to reach the high numbers, but he was very much at peace with how his life unfolded.

There are so many feelings that surface while grieving the loss of a spouse – anyone, for that matter. I know I have felt unbearably sad and cheated, not being able to wrap my head around the question – “Why now?” Someone recently said to me, “Life is not fair, but God is just.” If I lean on my faith, I know that it is true, but I am not there yet. I hope that when my time comes, I can say, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith.” (2 Timothy 4:7), and I won’t be afraid either.

I have always been very transparent with people – I am not high maintenance, but I am a princess.

Over the course of our 45-year marriage, we never had “his or her” jobs because we were a team. Early on, we grocery shopped together, took turns cooking (yes, I did cook once), and divided and conquered household chores as needed. Those jobs changed through the years with the arrival of children, extracurricular activities, and employment changes.

Somewhere along the way, Chuck took over all the cooking, which was really a blessing. What he created from leftovers was better than my “from scratch” endeavors. With that came his solo trips to the grocery store. He said my cart skills, or lack of, were slowing him down. He was a matter-of-fact shopper, not a leisurely one.

It didn’t end there. Chuck voluntarily washed and waxed my car regularly until he was physically unable to do so. Then he took it to the car wash each week when he filled the tank with gas. When it snowed, Chuck warmed up my car and cleared it off. He did laundry, vacuumed, cleaned the bathrooms, and much more, all to make my life easier and keep the house running smoothly.

Many of my friends were envious of my enchanted life and reminded me how spoiled I was. I never took it for granted, and I often thanked Chuck for doing all those niceties for our family.

Now, I am responsible for myself and all of those tasks Chuck so lovingly did for me. Now, I have to decide what to eat for dinner and order groceries for pickup. Now, I pump my own gas and try to remember to warm up my car on these colder mornings. There is a growing list of things that Chuck took care of that were never on my radar, but now need my attention.

Some days it all seems overwhelming, but I will get the hang of it and make it work because that’s what Chuck and I always did – faced things head-on together. We will always be a team, and I will always be a princess because Chuck will always be my prince.

When Chuck was in the hospital and still able to communicate verbally, we had a funny interaction. He kept leaning to the right, almost lying against the bed’s safety rail. I would help him move toward the left and reposition himself in the center of the bed. An hour or two later, we would repeat the process.

After a couple of days of this dance, I asked Chuck why he thought this kept happening. He looked at me seriously and said, “Because you are a magnet, and I am steel.” His hazel eyes were giving me that mischievous look of his. (I usually sat to his right to be out of the way of the nurses when they came in to take vitals or replace fluids.)

FASTFORWARD
October 17th was my first day back to work (half-day). I got into my SUV and started for school. No sooner had I rounded the corner than two lights flashed on my dashboard. Having no idea what they meant (I just got this vehicle in July), my already heavy heart dropped to the floor. What was I going to do? Usually, I would call Chuck at home to let him know what was going on, but instead, I was left to ponder my options in silence. Luckily, both lights went out before I finished my ten-minute drive to work. I sat in the parking lot, checked the owner’s manual, and then went into school.

I left school around 1:15 to go to a doctor’s appointment. Jumping into the car, I turned the radio on and froze. The radio was tuned to Sirius 16, The Blend, and “Magnet and Steel” by Walter Egan was playing! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but I remember saying aloud, “Okay, Chuck. I guess you’re telling me you are still here with me, and I can do this.”

If it had not been for those pesky dashboard lights on my way to school, I would have been listening to a book on Audible on my drive in and would not have turned the radio on when I left school in the afternoon. Coincidence or sign from heaven? It was a sign, and I am looking forward to receiving many more from my best friend.

April 15th is Tax Day. They say the only sure things in life are death and taxes. It is a day that people who owe taxes dread and those who receive refunds enjoy. Paying taxes is not the highlight of anyone’s financial life, but have you considered the other “taxing” things in your life?

While paying taxes might drain our bank accounts, many other things in life drain our “Well-being” accounts. These well-being taxes take their toll on us in many ways—physically, emotionally, socially, and spiritually. Unlike the taxes imposed on us by the government, we have some control over the well-being taxes.

It’s not easy, but we must remember to take stock and mitigate the cost of these taxes on our mental and physical health. Are we working too hard, or do we have a healthy work/life balance? How about our relationships? Are they strained with family, friends, or our partners? Are social pressures and comparisons making us feel the need to conform? Are personal health struggles taking their toll? I am sure you could add to the list.

The weather in my area is finally beginning to show signs of spring, and thoughts of spring cleaning are in the air. The winter doldrums are in the rearview mirror, and I am ready to face decluttering, cleaning my home, and making deposits into my “well-being” account. How about you?

Let’s find ways to give ourselves “tax breaks” and boost our “well-being” accounts. I am calling this the REGROUPING ERA!

The warmer weather and the start of a new month have made me feel more optimistic than I have in a long time. This month, I look forward to a baby shower, my nephew’s wedding, and a gathering with family on Easter Sunday.

Armed with a renewed sense of writing energy, I am trying my hand at writing a poem each day, pushing my limits and growing. Completing the SOL challenge has made me realize how much joy writing brings me. It also helps my mental health.

I am also more optimistic about reclaiming my health – physically, spiritually, and mentally. New MRI results and a script for PT have set me on a path to prioritizing my health and wellness. This girl had a “Snap Out of It.” moment. I am determined to make the last quarter of my life the best quarter possible.

Here’s to thriving!

The challenge ends today, but I don’t want the consistency in my writing practice to end. These past thirty-one days have shown me that I can set and achieve a goal by consistently prioritizing it. I made room each day to write and post. While I know I won’t be posting every day, I want to stay connected with the other writers in the community and post on Tuesdays each week.

I have enjoyed reading everyone’s posts from around the world. I appreciate the thoughtful comments on my posts and the wealth of inspiration I have received.

A couple of other areas in my life could use a little consistency, so I will stop procrastinating and start making room each day for those other things that need attention. Completing this challenge has reminded me that I can accomplish anything I want. It won’t be easy every day, but nothing worthwhile is easy.

On to the next challenge – a poem a day in April!

This format caught my eye during the Slice of Life Challenge, so I wrote it in my notebook to use later. Unfortunately, I don’t know whose blog I saw it on because I forgot to write that information down. Whoever you are, thank you for sharing it.

Five Things About Me
I married my high school sweetheart. We have been together for over 51 years and will be married for 45 years in August.
I live in the Philadelphia suburbs and am a die-hard Phillies fan.
I love to write essays and poetry. I belong to a poetry writing group at my local library.
I hate to cook. My husband is a retired chef, so I have no need to cook, thank goodness.
I want to learn to speak Italian. I have a 150-day streak on Duolingo.

Would my answers be different if I wrote this on another day? Humm.

My day is busy right from the start

Yes, it is full, but so is my heart. 

Today, I get to see all of my Grands

Just need to show up and follow the plan. 

Honors Band Concert

Lunch

Time to chill

Windows open

Cool breeze

Bird songs

Watch the Phillies game

Pizza

Dairy Queen

Puzzle time

Kid talk

It is a perfect way to spend a Saturday!