Outliving Our Late Spouses

I have officially been alive on this planet longer than my now late husband.

February 11, 2018 was the last day he ever saw, and it happened to be three months and one day after his 47th birthday.

April 10th, 2022 was three months and one day after my 47th birthday, and well, here I am.

Honestly, the day came and went much easier than I ever thought it would. I must admit that turning 47 was a little more difficult, as I knew that 47 was his last age.

That, and I am well into middle age now. Blehhhhhh.

Knowing that we get older and they will be forever that-last-age can be a difficult little pill to throw back.

He will never have to apply for Medicare.

He will never join AARP.

He will never have to go for a colonoscopy.

But conversely, he will never meet any grandchildren.

He will never get to celebrate a silver or golden anniversary.

I will, Heaven willing, “get” to do most if not all of those things. (Not exactly looking forward to the colonoscopy part though. But I will get through it, just as I got through my first mammogram without his presence.)

One thing that probably helped me pass this particular milestone relatively unscathed is the fact that I’ve been mad at him for a while; some of my processing has been a little delayed.