She’s on Mars and we’re stuck here
Tomorrow will be the first Thanksgiving without my dad and without Alison in over a decade. Trying to accept that.
Before 2017, I rarely wore black. I think it’s probably because I did so much as a kid.
But since Alison died, I’ve only worn black. It was my quiet way to memorialize her.
Tomorrow, I’ll stop. It’ll been six months since that fucking day and three months since my dad passed. It’s time to accept my new normal.
It felt weird wearing all black and now, it feels weird not.
Everything is weird. I’m weird. Nothing will ever be normal again.
Dunno if I ever told you but Alison spoke fluent Spanish and, by extension, understood French and Portuguese. Thought that was pretty cool.
One part goes:
Se o futuro assim permitir
Não pretendo viver em vão
Meu amor não estamos sós
Tem um mundo a esperar por nós,
No infinito do céu azul,
Pode ter vida em Marte
If the future allows
I don’t intend to live in vain
My love, we’re not alone.
There’s a world waiting for us,
in the infinite blue sky,
perhaps it’s a life on Mars
Always told her that I’d go anywhere she was. Even if it was Mars. Cause heaven wouldn’t be heaven without her, hell wouldn’t be hell with her. But where she is now, I can’t follow, as much as I wanna.
It’s been six months since Alison was taken.
I miss my wife, but even more, I miss my best friend. She was the first person I saw and spoke to in the morning, and the last person I saw and spoke to at night.
I’ll never be the same and I’ll always have a hole in my soul in the shape of her.
But I have to move on with my life.
Because I can’t follow her right now; the boy needs me here and he needs me on my feet.
Me: Get up. (gently) It’s time to get up.