Life can change in an instant but it takes awhile to get used to the new pronouns.

After 37 years of marriage I’m no longer a “them” but a “him.”
Since Susan’s death, there’s no longer a “her” to my “his.”
What was once “ours” has become “mine” by default.
“Us” morphed into “me” when I wasn’t looking.
“We” has shrunk to an “I,”
. . . a single letter.

2 thoughts on “Pronouns

  1. I was sad the day that Zack’s reference to “Nana Papa’s house” turned to “Papa’s house.” However, when we were there the other day, he asked where Nana was; we had to explain it again. I actually cried a little bit — both out of sadness but also out of joy that he still remembers her and wants to see her.

    1. Jenn, I feel the same way every time one of my kids says or does something about Nana. I wish I could take their pain away, but I am so glad that they remember her and love her, and I never want that to go away even if that means the pain and sadness stays.

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