Habits

Habits work their way into days and routines without notifying us. For example, driving. Each of us have a driving routine. I buckle my seat belt after I am fully out of the driveway. I have a funny habit of leaving tags on new items. Sometimes I will leave a gift or package unopened for awhile. Sometimes a few days. I don’t know why I do this. We do things because of repetition often without any rationale.

When I was caring for Bill I developed habits. I sat in our loveseat, my legs draped over its arm, so that I faced his hospital bed. Then I found and held his hand for many minutes, usually in the dark of early morning. With my free hand I caressed his. In this way, I felt close to him again after spending the night without him in our bed. The morning after he passed, I instinctively plopped down in the love seat and reached for Bill’s hand. I actually groped for it and found only the keen remembrance. Those first few mornings, the form of a hand was distinctive and yet, not there.

I would pick up my phone to speed dial him after a bit of news, after I’d heard from one of our kids, or to ask for directions or a simple question. On one trip back to our home town (I moved closer to our son and his family — more on that to come) I drove toward our street. My car, not me, made the turn to pull into our driveway. I ordered a drink for Bill in the drive-through. I flipped to the weather station so he could catch tomorrow’s forecast. Habits. Some are unchanging even when things change. They leave me startled. “What did I just do?” “My brain has been left behind.”

Even today, though I am much more aware of my habits, occasionally one will slip ahead of me and surprise me. Like always, it takes my breath away, but then the breath releases a giggle. “Look what I just did. I’m a ding dong.” I find the habits that hang around and sneak out of their corners, comfort me. It’s a reminder of my before life and how much I loved it. Bill, you were the reason for so many habits. After 40 years of marriage, I’m happy to mistakenly buy decaf hazelnut coffee Kcups.

2 responses to “Habits”

  1. Kathy… Reading your blog, reminds me that so many times we overlook the little things like habits. It warmed my heart to read this and also broke my heart. Thank you for sharing your heart and insightful observations. Now I will think of Bill every time I see decaf, hazelnut K-cups. 😉

    • Thank you for thinking of Bill. Thank you for staying so close to me through these posts. Thank you for staying close to me on this walk. The whole thing. You’ve been faithful! And helpful! I love you.