this is probably morbid, and perhaps not blog-appropiate, but every now and then i wonder what i would do if steve were to die.
it happens most around certain personal mile-stones that signal the death of my own dad, who passed away when i was 2 years old. right before addie turned two i thought about it alot, and now that paige is over a year old, i find it on my mind again.
my mom was widowed at 23 years old, with two young girls to care for. i have NO idea how i would survive that, but it makes me admire my mom for getting through it. she worked secretarial jobs until she remarried, and then quit work to stay home with us again.
what would i do? where would i work? what would i do with my girls while i worked? would i move? would i remarry at some point? would i get a dog to snuggle with at night?
just kidding, but not really. all these questions go through my mind. sometimes steve and i talk about it, and what he would do if i kicked the bucket. i have a friend, who shall remain nameless, who once told us she had picked out the woman she wanted her husband to marry if she were to die. i have never done that…maybe it’s not a bad idea, afterall, they did it on Everybody Loves Raymond!
although these thoughts and questions creep up from time to time, i am not weirdly obsessed with them. but they are there, maybe more real to me than some people because i grew up with the reality of having lost a parent. but it certainly makes me thankful for the times we have together, and appreciate the presence of my husband, for his strength, protection, love and fathering even more.