It started in little innocuous ways.
So small, it was almost imperceptible.
Cards, greeting cards. I loved giving
And getting greeting cards. I still do.
But it wasn’t a thing in his world.
It made me sad, but I no longer bother,
Unless it’s from me for a special holiday.
But I lost some joy with writing them out.
Next up was Christmas, oh, it’s a secular thing.
But I pulled back so much, lost some fun.
Slowly it grew back a bit, and I still love the tree
And decorating, but there is still not as much joy.
Last year, it was our favorite vacation spots…
Suddenly, he didn’t want to watch the sunset
Or go for walks. He didn’t appreciate the
Breakfasts at the B&B either.
So I won’t plan to go to either now.
Why bother, if it doesn’t mean anything anymore?
The fun, the joy, is gone. I miss it.