The week has gone by so fast, tomorrow is one week since my big move. I have visited our old house every day in order to clean it out, and so Bogart could have his runs in the old backyard. It’s a really odd thing to drive out there every day, to the house that Klaus and I hoped would represent our future, to empty and clean it. And I really hate the act of cleaning a house that I’m moving out of. I always wonder exactly how things got so dirty…
Our new place is nice, just odd. We live in the Pearl District now, sort of the trendy gallery-and-boutique area, and of course we are no longer in a house but a building. As the boxes slowly disappear I’ve realized that the space should indeed be enough for my whole furry and fuzzy family. Klaus now has his own spot next to my bed with a framed photo next to him, which makes me so sad yet happy that he’s next to me.
My days are full of questions and decisions, and I made one clear decision today – to allow my large gauged ears to close so that I can wear Klaus’ nipple rings in my ears. Sounds like a silly little thing, but it’s really huge for me. The cremation folks properly removed them so that I can wear them – apparently not an odd request for them, but I’m happy that it was done well. I spent years slowly stretching my earlobes and taking care that they stay supple, so to allow them to close a bit is just another process. I have them in now and it feels awesome.
Not only do I mourn for Klaus but I also mourn for myself – my life as I knew it died alongside him. Obviously, I have had to move and downsize my life considerably. But all of the little things, from picking a place to eat to sharing a laugh over an inside joke, or even just having someone to constantly talk to are gone, and that silence is deafening. Whenever I do have the opportunity to talk to someone my voice cracks and I have to fight off the tears.
Klaus was my best friend, my husband, my lover, and my constant companion. That’s impossible to replace. I’m just stumbling around now, trying to get through each minute.
Love,
Lulu
PS – an amazing package arrived that I understand a lot of you sneaky, wonderful folks may have had a hand in. Tomorrow I’m going to photograph and tell you all about it. Yes it made me cry for about an hour – but in a really, really good way.
Lulu, you are an amazing and strong woman with a huge heart. Thanks for being out there for all of us, sharing your most inner feelings, thoughts. You and your fuzzy-furry family are so loved! You are not alone. Sending you more Light and Healing Energy.
BLESSINGS!!!
Andy’s mama and papa, and Andy’s Loving Spirit
Lulu, we are glad you are getting on with your life, even though it is probably one of the hardest things you will ever have to do. Just remember that Klaus will be right beside you all the way! Please take good care of yourself, Bogie and the kitties. We can’t wait to see your “top secret” package!
Aire-hugs,
Poppy, Penny & Patches
Tears are healthy and part of this process we call life.
Gussie and Muzzer
One of the hardest things is move forward when your heart is telling you to stand still. You are doing a great job.
Simba and Jazzi xx
I know what it is like to lose the love of your life. It happened to me in 1991. My Beloved husband died, as did Klaus, though his was expected.
It did not make it any less painful to know it would happen. It was just as much of a horrible surprise.
Cat
Moving forward is very hard to do – but very important. As much as we would wish to stop the clocks when someone dies – life must go on. We are so glad that you and Bogie are together to bring each other comfort.
We think you are both very brave. ((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))