In Memory of my beloved Shalimar
Survival is just a slower more painful way to die...
By Poppa Xanth
Location: Fort Worth Texas US
Age:[ 37 ] Gender:[ M ]
On November 1st 1996 I woke to find my loving wife of 13 years lying dead in bed beside me.... The autopsy reported her to be in perfect health, with not so much as an asperin in her blood stream.. The County Medical Examiner said that there was no reason for her to die, he said "It's kinda like a watch running down. She did not have a heart attack, but for whatever reason her hart just stopped between one beat and the next." I later built a Web page in her memory, you are welcome to visit it at:Ed Note: Poppa visited us with an update a bit more than a year later... You can read that update here, too.
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Hills/8902/Well it is now 7 months later and not a day goes buy that I don't cry, not a day goes buy that I don't wish I was dead.... I don't sleep, (Not more than an hour or two on most nights... and when I DO get to sleep, well.... take last night for example: I finally managed to doze off on the couch (I can't sleep in bed any more...) around midnight or so... sometime around I found myself on my feet heading towards the bedroom, after hearing my Shally call to me from there... She of course was not in there, I buried her 7 months ago... If you had told me last year that you could hurt this bad or miss someone this much, I would have laughed and told you you we're crazy or just plain stupid.... Hell, by now I'm probably both.... After 7 months I can tell you it's the loss of intimacy that really kills you... No, I'm not talking about sex, but the simple little things like relaxing on the couch watching a movie in a dark room with her curled up in my arms... God, I'd kill the POPE for just one moment to hold her again! I truly long for death and an end to this suffering, but I have many wonderful friends and family who for some unknown reason truly love me. I would NEVER do anything that could put them through the HELL I live in every day... Though, at times (Like now) the pain is almost unbareable and I could easilt take that long drive into the woods with the vacume cleaner hose duct taped to the exhaust of my car and threaded into the back seat through the rear window.... They would probably find some kind of sadistic joy in the fact that they are the only ones that keep me from realizing this often imagined act. People will tell you that She has gone to a better place, or that GOD has his reasons that we cannot understand... I'll tell you now that's all bullshit! There is no god, and that's a good thing cause if there is a god he's a petty petulent uncareing bastard with as much concern for the human race as a malicious boy has for the fly whose wings he's just pulled off! Things don't always happen for a reason, sometimes shit just happens... You hear that time will make things easier to live with... Well after 7 months of pure hell, it's as though she died yesterday... I still hear her voice, I still look up to see her sitting in her favorite chair playing games on her computer, or sitting on the couch doing needle work. I sometimes come home at night and sit for long hours in the car smoking cigarette after cigarette, unable to go into our now empty apartment and face the now familier silence..... Yes sometimes death is a tragedy, Her's was! But sometimes death can be a blessing, Mine would surley be.... -Poppa Xanth
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