One Week from today, on August 31, 2016 (3 years ago), I lost my best friend. His name was/is Steve Orlandella (August 11, 1950 – August 31, 2016). Today, I plan to share some thoughts with you. I won’t be writing about him next week. I plan to use that day to remember. Not write.
We had a rocky relationship at first. We met in June 1993, as a result of a “fluke”. I happened to be at Dodger Stadium to present a painting to Oral Hershiser for Very Special Arts California. Steve was there with a cameraman, assigned to shoot the presentation. I did not like that he was making me wait, and wait, and wait. So, I let him know what I thought about him, the painting, and Oral Hershiser. To “apologize”, he asked me to dinner. I went. And, from there, the relationship waxed and waned (mostly waned) until 2004.
In 2004, the relationship began to wax, and on August 7, 2005, we got married. For eleven fun years, we laughed, had fun, made love, and worked through lots of problems together. We even moved to Nice, France, on a whim – for fun!
And, we had fun together until August 2, 2016. He collapsed with double pneumonia. Thinking it was temporary, we survived that month of August 2016 with him in the hospital and my visiting, wanting to know when he could come home. Somehow, we would get through this together.
It did not happen. He died. I am not sure when he actually died because I knew he was gone when I saw him that day in the hospital on August 31, 2016. He was no longer in that body. I stayed in denial throughout. I was glad that we talked a lot about things because I knew what he wanted me to do. He knew what I wanted him to do “in case.” The doctors in France were supposed to ask me when to cut off the machines. They told me – 4 of them. I don’t remember being asked about much of anything. However, I saw them do everything they could to save his life. His heart failed. So, the machines were no problem. He was gone.
I need to let this go. It has been three years already. I need to live while I still can. I saw a meme this week that says it all.
I also tried to encourage a Facebook friend who recently lost her son and another friend who is having difficulty downsizing. Then, I realized that I don’t really know either one of them. I am talking to myself. I am now “my best friend”. This is what I said to one of them (omitting her name and remembering how difficult it was for me at first). That is when I realized that I was talking to myself:
“Don’t try to celebrate (on your birthday). Mourn all day if you have to. Don’t put demands or expectations on anything. Isolate yourself if necessary. Cry all day. It will get better. Not yet. Too soon. It is a time for mourning. Don’t look to others. They trivialize the pain – which is very real and cannot be explained. Or shared. Trust me. It gets better. Think of yourself. Not _____. He is dead. Gone. Never to return. You are alive. It is your responsibility to relearn how to live. After a major setback. You need to re-examine how you are going to use the time you have to do what you want before it is too late. Health is precarious. ______ had a health problem. Live for both of you. Take him along for the ride. Inside you. Forget celebrations for now.”
Lesson learned. I must not try to encourage anyone. I am still working on my own situation. Everyone’s suffering is different. And especially now, when the entire world is literally and figuratively in chaos.
So, those are a few of my thoughts as I prepare to change my life. It is time for me to relearn how to live. I am not sure how, but I don’t plan to stay in Nice. I do not plan to return to the United States. No, I am going to try to find a place for me in Paris. That is where it all started – in August, 1957 (long story). It is time to resume a theme that has run throughout my life since I was twelve!!! As I have said before, “If not now, when?”
Charles Dickens comes to mind. Maybe it is time to re-read his “Tale of Two Cities”: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way”.
WOW! Sound familiar? I will explain a lot of this in another post at some point in time – maybe. But, in the meantime, here are two more memes that speak to me. Life is special. Remember.
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Will you have problems staying in France after Brexit? I know you’re not British – but France has been making it difficult for foreigners to stay there.
Not that I know of. I hope not.
I’m so sorry for your loss. This is a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing. Love to you at this time xx
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As always, your spirit, gift for words, and bittersweet grit are an inspiration. Thanks for sharing, and introducing some of us to Gordon B Hinkley!! Let’s be sure to get together before you are off to Paris, you will be missed girl!!!!!!!
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Thank you, Cynthia ! You are my inspiration. I will be in Nice until I get my 4 year Visa. Then I am going. Time is indefinite. But I need the Visa in hand.
Such a joy to see inside your thoughts. Thank you.
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