MMA Storytime – 1-9-21

I wasn’t going to write anything today. I wrote my SoCS post last night. I dreaded even seeing the 9th appear, just as I do every year since 2013. But as I’m crying writing this, I think Jimmy had enough willpower for the both of us. I called him Jimmy but he didn’t like it. His grandmother and I ignored his wanting to be called Jim only, but I liked the intimate feel, the friendly, inside knowledge, and privilege of it. There’s a lot to be thought in a person’s name. It shows how close you are to the person, an endearment such as honey, sweetheart, if you like.

Protests aside I always called him Jimmy, it was natural. Our first born is named James Donald, after his father and his grandfather, two perfectly ordinary names but my wanting to call our son Jimmy was the last straw and he’s always been known as Don.

I haven’t done this prompt before and I think today I just wanted to express to a stranger how I feel. Sitting here trying to stop bawling like a baby, while my seldom made up face dribbles brown lash paint and I realize it hadn’t hit me yet, the day, the date. Today I woke up thinking I need to take out the trash and my granddaughter may come over, thus supposedly needed mascara and lipstick.

I made a cup of coffee, read other blogs and even laughed at a few, got angry along with a few who expressed similar feelings about news, and tried to ignore any prompts. I just was not in the mood to write something perky. And I’ve wanted perky lately after writing about Trump so long. Then looking at this iPad, the date loomed out. I tried to ignore it, this is what happened, this is my story for today.


6 thoughts on “MMA Storytime – 1-9-21

  1. Sending hugs to you. As you know I volunteer with seniors, many of whom have lost partners. When it comes to anniversaries, I write them all down and make a note to be ultra-careful around that time. And a few were bereaved around christmastime so I have to be aware that while the rest of the world is partying… My own dad died Christmas Day.

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    1. Yes, I gathered. It must be very daunting, having to strike out on your own after all those years. Many of the people I speak to are widows, but they have varying degrees of success. One was married 49 years, lost her husband in 2019, and is quite lost. But others seem to have been able to join in with life.

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