When I was 19 I worked with a girl, Lucy (not her real name). She was a little younger than me and had recently gotten married. A few weeks after I turned 20, Lucy’s husband, Eric (not his real name), had brought dinner to his wife at the shop where we worked. This guy came in a little later that night to see Eric.
I found out this guy had been Eric’s roommate in college during their freshman year.
Eric’s friend and former roommate became my husband six months later. Eric and Lucy had two kids together and several years ago when we went to visit them, my hubby and I knew things weren’t going well. They split soon after.
Eric remarried not long ago and Lucy had a son last summer with her boyfriend. Lucy’s boyfriend and the father of her son died of a heart attack on Wednesday and I found out about it this afternoon after coming home from lunch with the hubby and our little girl.
Lucy lives several states away from me and it’s frustrating that I can’t help in the way I would like to.
It’s just horrible and it’s made me think about things, like what would I do in that situation. The answer, I don’t have a clue.
I know I take advantage of the time I have with loved ones. I like to think I have all the time in the world with them and hate to face the facts that one just never knows.
I can’t stop thinking about how her son, who’s not even a year old, is going to grow up never knowing his dad. Sure he’ll have pictures and be told stories about his father but it’s obviously not the same.
I know my husband can drive me to the point of insanity but I can’t imagine my life or the little hummingbird’s life without him. This whole thing is just so fucking sad.