There’s a saying in Spanish, “cayadita me veo mas linda” or translated, ‘when I stay quiet, I’m prettier.’ The problem is, I don’t really care too much about being pretty. Please enjoy the lovely things people have said to me over the past 184 days:
At least you’re still young enough to find another person.
But, I don’t understand, why did you have him cremated? Now, he won’t go to Heaven.
When are you going to take your wedding ring off?
He died of COVID? I bet you wish he was vaccinated.
Not that it’s any of my business (always a favorite) but what did you do with their clothes? He was about my son’s size.
Are you still sad, or are you back to normal?
At least you didn’t have kids together.
Well, you weren’t together that long so it should be easier to get over this.
and finally…
Let me know when you feel up to it, I know a really nice guy that likes kids.
There it is folks… if you are one of the people that said any of the above things to me… don’t get butt hurt. I’ve discovered that as humans we’re all really awkward and uncomfortable talking about death and grief. It’s ok, all’s forgiven, I promise. Most importantly, you gave me something to write about.