This is obviously going to be a very different category from my usual blogging. On October ninth I received a phone call from my wife’s uncle saying Lisa had died while visiting her mother in Knoxville, TN. Since then it’s safe to say that life has been a series of horrors befitting Halloween: she died on her birthday, for example, and there are circumstances surrounding her death that I shouldn’t go into on this blog but suffice to say they make a horrible development even worse. I’ve discovered such a thing is actually possible.
She died from an overdose. I’m awaiting, of course, toxicology reports from the medical examiner in Knoxville; since I’ve already been waiting some time now, I can tell you it’s a significant aspect of this nightmarishness, this waiting. I wouldn’t wish it on George W. Bush. Really.
This is without any doubt the most difficult experience of my life. I’ve been widowed before; Trish died from cancer in 1992. I never expected it could happen twice.
More fool me.
This page will contain entries concerning surviving the unsurvivable. It’s like climbing out from the wreckage of a plane to realize My beloved is dead and somehow God I’m still here—how? There’s no knowing. In these pieces and the draft manuscript titled Losing Lisa, my intent is to find out as well as to write about her life as she lived it from a perspective no one else had.