{"id":17497,"date":"2020-06-01T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-06-01T04:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sasee.wpenginepowered.com\/?post_type=essay&p=17497"},"modified":"2024-03-26T15:08:41","modified_gmt":"2024-03-26T19:08:41","slug":"breakfast-with-my-late-husband","status":"publish","type":"essay","link":"https:\/\/sasee.com\/ro\/essay\/breakfast-with-my-late-husband\/","title":{"rendered":"Breakfast with my Late Husband"},"content":{"rendered":"

Before David could retire, our church was packed for his funeral.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I jerked awake alone in our bed meant for two. Donning my robe, I hurried to the kitchen to make French toast in memory of my late husband David\u2019s favorite breakfast. I again sensed the memory of his whisper in my ear at dawn: \u201cDo you want to go to Eagle River for breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes!\u201d I had always enjoyed our forty mile drive for breakfast at the cozy caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Less than two hours later, David and I were seated in our favorite back booth in the midst of the fried bacon aroma. We sipped coffee. After we drizzled maple syrup over our favorite breakfast, we chatted about our future trip to Aspen, Colorado. We still felt like the newlyweds we had been when we began saving funds for our \u201cdelayed honeymoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I began to worry that we may never go to Colorado. The years had taken much pep from David. He would retire in less than two years. Our son Jamie and daughter Marla were teachers now in distant cities. Each time I felt hope that our delayed honeymoon trip would happen, a new task, expense or responsibility occurred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lately, David felt weary. During TV commercials, he had hugged me and sighed, \u201cHoney, even if I don\u2019t want to ski, I\u2019ll enjoy visiting Aspen\u2019s little shops.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure, David. A restful vacation will be good for both of us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When David\u2019s blue eyes dulled, I worried if he felt okay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He smiled. \u201cAll I need is a nap, Honey. I know I\u2019ll enjoy seeing the snow and mountain scenes in Colorado even if I don\u2019t care anymore to ski.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Worry knifed me. \u201cDavid, you\u2019ve been so weary, I\u2019m worried. Are you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m ready for a rest in Colorado, honey!\u201d His eyes brightened with his words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDavid, don\u2019t worry, we\u2019ll enjoy every minute in Aspen even if we only dine at the quaint cafes. The travel agent\u2019s brochures gave us plenty of ideas for fun!\u201d
Soon after we added more vacation funds in our savings, David stopped enjoying meals. He explained, \u201cI have no appetite, Honey. I don\u2019t want to admit my back pain is worse. I just need more sleep at night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hugged him and groaned, \u201cI\u2019m very worried about you, Honey.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

David gazed at me and sighed. \u201cWhen I worried I might need medical help, I went to the doctor alone to not worry you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His voice lowered. \u201cI\u2019ll be okay\u2026soon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hugged him and my hunch was right. David\u2019s body felt fragile in my arms. I worried that his former muscular build had become frail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I groaned, \u201cYou need to have a thorough physical exam, David!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be okay, honey. We\u2019ll go to Colorado no matter what.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sounded so confidant and cheerful, I believed he would soon feel better from medical care and vitamins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While alone the next day, worry knifed. I forced cheer into myself. David and I would go more often to our local caf\u00e9. We liked their Friday fish fries. Hope for my beloved husband filled me. Modern medicine would give David energy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw his expression tighten like my face felt. I struggled to not display fear when the gray haired doctor said he had bad news. \u201cYour tests show much, David. I am so sorry. You have terminal pancreatic cancer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had tried to cook David\u2019s favorite food while he was home on sick leave from his teaching schedule. Maybe he could eat more for pep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He weakened instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before David could retire, our church was packed for his funeral.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Widowhood felt like a tight band around my body. It had squeezed away my life\u2019s happiness. In my early widowhood, I again longed for our breakfast for two in Eagle River. I asked myself how I could enjoy breakfast for two when I was alone in my empty nest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The following Saturday, I needed to visit David\u2019s and my favorite Eagle River caf\u00e9 even if I went alone. After a relaxing drive, I sat in David\u2019s and my favorite back booth. The cheerful waitress was new so she did not ask about my husband\u2019s absence. She wrote my two orders for French toast. She then added a full glass of water at the vacant side of the booth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I soon savored my delicious, warm breakfast. The waitress had set my \u201cdelayed friend\u2019s\u201d French toast across the booth from me. I sighed with gladness as I savored my warm breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sensed David\u2019s smile across the table. His cheery conversation sounded in memories: \u201cDelicious, Audrey, just delicious!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I sensed David\u2019s imaginary nearness, I was able to enjoy my warm, syrup-drizzled breakfast. When I left the restaurant with the container holding David\u2019s food, I knew I would enjoy his microwave-warmed breakfast for an evening snack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During each forkful of my 7pm snack, my happy memories uplifted me. I recalled David\u2019s deep voice: \u201cDelicious, Audrey, just delicious!\u201d<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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