Good Read

Good Read
By Cathy Windham

If I could write a book, it would be bitter sweet. It would be full of laughs and wild antics, too. Each chapter would describe times as they occurred and people that I had known and who had an impact on my life good or bad. It would be confusing at times and twisted with bits and pieces of sarcasm and reality. If you tore the pages into puzzle pieces it would be like trying to put together a 3-D
kaleidoscope ! You could turn it any which way and the stories would collide into unfinished sentences. The pages would be stained with tears or wine. There would be underlined paragraphs meant to stand out and be remember better than others. Any pictures would not be crisp but rather abstract.
The cover would show wear.
It has a beginning but no end, yet. Many chapters remain to be added. Most of which will be great and full of laughs, fun and surprises. I love surprises, smiles and happy endings!
Once upon a time...

When I'm 64

I’m past the fourth year of being handed the title Widow. It’s a block I had never wanted to acknowledge or check on a form. But this is my title now. I’m old enough to remember a time when many who were widowed spent the rest of their years alone. I don’t want that. I have come through a transitional period of grief and acceptance. I am stronger because I have empowered myself to look ahead at my future as having room for another person to enjoy life with and experience new happiness. If that were to happen then I would consider myself very fortunate. My children are grown with families of their own. They were so close with their dad. We were married 40 years. It’s been so difficult on all of us. I do believe my family, friends and especially me deserve a happy future. We can only get there if we believe it can happen. Being a strong widow willing to open your heart again is empowering. It’s knowing you can go on.
Like the Beatles songs, “All You Need Is Love” and “Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I’m 64?” I sure hope so.