Please, Stay With Me!

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes, 57 seconds

I Am OK, But I Live Alone

It was almost exactly five months after the Monarch dinner when Jan received the devastating diagnosis of lymphoma. As for me, I was still trying to find my footing as a man without a full-time day job. Suddenly, I was in the new caretaker role, where every day was challenging. My new position demanded my full attention, and I had to keep living one day at a time.

Jan’s voice, at the end of March 2021, trembled as she spoke, “Richard, promise me that you won’t spend the rest of your life alone if something happens to me.” She had returned from the hospital just two days ago after an extended stay, and her fragile state was evident. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread and fear creeping up inside me. I asked her if anyone would want an older man like me.

“Richard, you are a remarkable husband,” she said, “and I appreciate how much you care for me and how focused you are on my needs.” She then went on to talk about how much she enjoyed our moments of intimacy, causing my face to turn beet red with embarrassment. Jan proceeded to list several women that she believed loved me and would be willing to partner with me. She held my hand tightly as she spoke, and I could feel the warmth of her touch spreading through my body.

I interrupted her, trying to point out that most of the women she had mentioned were already married or had partners. But Jan was insistent that there might be others out there, even some I might not know, who would be interested in me. She looked at me with kind eyes, and I could see her love and compassion.

After Jan had fallen asleep in my arms, I gently rolled her over and left the bed. Her words about living with others struck a chord with me, even though I knew she was mistaken about the names she mentioned. Usually, I would have welcomed her advice, but at that moment, the thought of losing her to cancer was unbearable. I quietly left the room and went downstairs to cry. Through my tears, I kept reminding myself that love is the most potent force in the world. How can I go on without her? And can I truly live if I’m all alone?

Unexpectedly, two years after Jan’s death last year, I met someone online with whom I connected well. We talked through text messages and phone calls, and the interactions were so good that it felt like I was alive and in love again. I was excited about this new feeling and hopeful it would lead to something more. After Jan’s passing, I had come to terms with the idea that I might have to live alone forever, but this new connection gave me hope that I might not. However, things didn’t go as planned, and we eventually ended our relationship.

It was a moment that I will never forget. Something extraordinary happened when she reached out to me again. It was as if fate had intervened and brought us back together. I couldn’t tell if it was a dream during deep sleep or perhaps a reality that I was living in. She was hesitant about what she wanted to happen, but she was clear that whatever it was, it couldn’t be something she would regret.

Real or imaginary, I could feel my heart racing with excitement. Her presence was magnetic and pulled me toward her. Then, I remembered my wife’s voice telling me I needed love, not a warm body. I knew I had to make a decision.

As I gazed at her, I knew I had a decision to make. Should I indulge my urges and pursue a relationship with her, or should I uphold my commitments to my spouse to only love someone who could love me as much as I loved them and refrain? After careful thought, I ultimately chose the latter.

She might not have regretted it if we had been intimate, but I would have. It was a difficult decision, but I knew it was right. Sometimes, we must let go of what we want at the moment and focus on what is truly important in the long run.

Love Never Dies!

Jan, my wife, expressed her deep concerns about my living alone. But after losing her, I didn’t have any other option. Living alone has been daunting for me. As a widow, I have learned to manage my daily tasks, but it feels like I’m just going through the motions without any real purpose.

I often wonder if just performing these tasks is enough to feel alive. I feel like something is missing in my life, like a void that I cannot fill. Although I can continue living alone, the loneliness of widowhood can be overwhelming at times.

However, something happened recently that made me see life in a new light. I experienced a dreamlike event that made me realize that life is precious, even if challenging. I have decided to embrace life with all its ups and downs, even if I have to do it alone.

Yet, there is one thing that I yearn for the most. I long for love and intimacy. I want to share my joys, sorrows, and everything with someone who reciprocates my feelings. I am searching for a long-lasting relationship that can bring me happiness and contentment.

Finding true love may not be easy, but it is something that I need in my life now and for all the years to come. Love is a powerful emotion that never dies. Even though my wife is no longer with me, I know her love will always be in my heart.

I am not willing to settle for anything less than the best. Why should I compromise and accept less than the love and affection I once had? I want to open my heart to someone new and start a new chapter. I understand it won’t be an easy journey, but I am ready to embrace the challenge and hope to find the love I have been looking for soon. If I fail, I am confident I can live alone for the rest of my days and nights.


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by Louis P. Masur

The Sum of Our Dreams: A Concise History of America by Louis P. Masur is a book I got through my membership at One Day University. Professor Masur is one of the best teaches that One Day University has. He is the Board of Governors Distinguished Professor of American Studies and History at Rutgers University.

Most concise histories leave out more than they include. I found the Sum of our Dreams to be an excellent book to read, and professor Masur conveyed the American experience concisely and clearly. The more recent history is complex as events like the Global War on Terror are still being analyzed and re-understood.

Evoking Barack Obama’s belief that America remains the “sum of its dreams,” Masur locates the origin of those dreams of freedom, equality, and opportunity and traces their progress chronologically, illuminating the nation’s struggle over time to articulate and fulfill their promise.

Masur lets the story of American tell itself. Inspired by James Baldwin’s observation that “American history is longer, larger, more beautiful and more terrible than anything anyone has ever said about it,” he expands our notion of that history while identifying its threads.

I recommend this book as well as any of Professor Masur’s lectures at One Day University.

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Read: February 2024

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by Isabel Waidner

Today, I began reading “Corey Fah Does Social Mobility: A Novel” by Isabel Waidner. The book is about Corey Fah, a writer whose novel has just won the Fictionalization of Social Evils prize. Despite this achievement, the trophy and funds with the award still need to be in reach. The novel celebrates radical queer survival and challenges false notions of success.

Corey, their partner Drew, and their pet spider, Bambi Pavok, embark on a quest to find an elusive trophy with neon-beige color and UFO-like qualities. This journey takes them back to their childhood in the forest and includes a stint on a reality TV show. While facing the horrors of wormholes and time loops, Corey discovers the difference between a prize and a gift in a complex way.

Following the Goldsmiths Prize–winning Sterling Karat Gold, Isabel Waidner’s bold and buoyant new novel is about coming into one’s own, the labor of love, the tendency of history to repeat itself, and what ensues when a large amount of cultural capital is suddenly deposited in a place it has never been before.

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Nothing but the Truth

Read: December 2024

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Nothing But The Truth

by Robyn Gigl

Today, I started reading “Nothing But the Truth,” the fourth book in Robyn Gigl‘s Erin McCabe Legal Thriller series. The New York Times has selected it as one of the Best Crime Novels of 2024. I have also read “The Hunter” and “Gods of Wood,” which are on the same list. Nothing but the Truth is a gripping and timely thriller exploring murder, prejudice, and police corruption.

One of the reasons I decided to read this novel is that it—and the entire series—takes place mainly in Union County, particularly in Cranford, my hometown! Erin McCabe and her law partner get salads from the Gourmet Deli, and she dines with her husband at the Cranford Hotel. In this installment, Erin McCabe, a transgender attorney from the Garden State, discovers that uncovering the Truth can be deadly.

New Jersey State Trooper Jon Mazer has been charged with killing Black investigative reporter Russell Marshall in a racially charged, headline-making murder. The evidence against criminal defense attorney Erin McCabe’s new client is overwhelming. The gun used is Mazer’s off-duty weapon. Fingerprints and carpet fibers link Mazer to the crime. And Mazer was patrolling Marshall’s neighborhood shortly before the victim took three bullets to the chest. Mazer’s argument? He’s a gay officer being set up to take the fall in an even bigger story.

Mazer swears he was a secret source for Marshall’s exposé about the Lords of Discipline. The covert gang operating within the New Jersey State Police is notorious for enforcing its code of harassing women, framing minorities, and out-powering any troopers who don’t play their rogue and racist games. With everyone from the governor to the county prosecutor on the wrong side of justice, Erin and her partner, Duane Swisher, are prepared to do anything to ensure Mazer doesn’t become another victim.

As Erin deals with an intensely personal issue at home and faces an uphill battle to prove her client’s innocence, she and Duane find themselves mired in a conspiracy of corruption more profound than they imagined—and far more dangerous than they feared.

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Read: March 2023

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by Margaret Atwood

Old Babes in the Wood: Stories by Margaret Atwood is a collection of remarkable tales, which delight, illuminate, and are quietly devastating. I especially found the stories about Nell and Tig compelling and engaging. Widow describes a letter Nell almost wrote to a friend after Tig is gone. Nell sounded like me when she said, “the warping or folding of time. In some parts of this refolded time, Tig still exists, as much as he ever did.”

The letter Nell is writing to a friend she will never be sent because it speaks to the harsh reality that grief imposes upon us.

Margaret Atwood writes as Nell,

Have I gone into the dark tunnel, dressed in mourning black with gloves and a veil, and come out the other end, all cheery and wearing bright colors and loaded for bear?

No. Because it’s not a tunnel. There isn’t any other end. Time has ceased to be linear, with life events and memories in a chronological row, like beads on a string. It’s the strangest feeling, or experience, or rearrangement. I’m not sure I can explain it to you.

As much as it might have appeared that I was in a dark tunnel after Jan died, I was not and am not now. There is indeed no defined end to the grief journey.

We all must learn how to live without our loved ones. The pathway I have chosen may not work for anyone else.

The earlier Nell and Tig stories are memories about their lives, reminding me of how I wrote about how Jan and I met and eventually married.

I have always enjoyed reading Atwood‘s writing, including The Handmaid’s Tale and The Testaments. I highly recommend Old Babes in the Wood: Stories by Margaret Atwood!

Old Babes in the Wood was my twenty-third book of the year and fulfilled my Goodreads 2023 Reading Challenge, but it will not end my reading this year. 

The Goodreads summary provides an overview,

Margaret Atwood has established herself as one of the world’s most visionary and canonical authors. This collection of fifteen extraordinary stories–some of which have appeared in The New Yorker and The New York Times Magazine–explores the full warp and weft of experience, speaking to our unique times with Atwood’s characteristic insight, wit, and intellect.

The two brave sisters of the title story grapple with loss and memory on a perfect summer evening; “Impatient Griselda” explores alienation and miscommunication with a fresh twist on a folkloric classic; and “My Evil Mother” touches on the unbelievable, examining a mother-daughter relationship in which the mother purports to be a witch. At the heart of the collection are seven extraordinary stories that follow a married couple across the decades, the moments big and small that make up a long life of uncommon love–and what comes after.


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Being Mortal

Read: August 2019

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by Atul Gawande

Before departing for Toronto to celebrate our 44th Wedding Anniversary, I went through the e-library. Everything on my list that I wanted to read was not available except for this book. Being Mortal by Atul Gawande is the book I read on our vacation before Jan’s diagnosis of non-Hodgkins Large B cell Lymphoma.

Selecting Being Mortal might seem an accidental choice to some, and I believe it was a divine intervention. It prepared me to be a caregiver to my wife over the nineteen months of her fight with cancer. It helped me focus on the good life that my wife lived and not the pain and suffering.

Atul Gawande describes his book as “riveting, honest, and humane, Being Mortal shows that the ultimate goal is not a good death but a good life – all the way to the very end.”

When I read the book, I wondered what I could have done to help my mother in her final years. The book provides an excellent overview of how nursing homes and assisted living have not been able to meet the needs of the residents.

Dr. Gawande provides an extensive overview of the benefits of hospice. Although I knew of this option, reading this book helped me understand that I was ready for hospice when my wife came home for the last time.

He reminds us that “when it comes to the inescapable realities of aging and death, what medicine can do often runs counter to what it should.” As he writes in the book, the current system does not work and, in many cases, actually shortens life.

This book has had a lasting impact on my life. It allowed me to be a loving caregiver to my wife when she needed it more than anything else. I read it when it would be most beneficial to me.

I highly recommend this book.


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Breathe

Read: September 2021

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by Joyce Carol Oates

Celebrate JanReading Breathe by Joyce Carol Oates was a book I knew I needed to read once Jan was diagnosed. Although the book might trigger negative memories, I finally read Breathe. It was what I needed to read at this point in my journey.

Ms. Oates wrote the book in 2019 after her husband, Charlie Gross, died. The novel is a story of love, loss, and loneliness, topics that I write about on this blog. I needed to read the book both for my mental health and for the readers of Sharing Jan’s Love.

The protagonist, Michaela, loses her husband while they are on a sabbatical in New Mexico. Her husband, Gerard, writes a book and teaches a class on memories. Jan and I never considered relocating before her illness, but this book convinced me that it would have aggravated my grief journey.

One of the parallels I observed while reading the novel is the similarity between Gerard’s reluctance to let family, friends, and co-workers know of his illness. Jan shared that reluctance in the early days, but I convinced her that the only chance of beating cancer was with the help of family and friends.

This dialogue could easily be one that Jan and I had.

Of course you want to summon his family—his (adult) children—but quickly, he says no.

Still waiting.

But – When?

Just not yet.

He is not an alarmist. (You are the alarmist.)

The novel is written in two parts – The Vigil and the Post-Mortem.

The opening paragraphs set the tone.

A Hand is gripping yours. Warm, dry hand gripping your slippery, humid hand.

Whoever it is urging you – Breathe!

Leaning over you begging you – Breathe!

As one mourning the death of the love of his life, I found several phrases in the book helpful in understanding what I have gone through and will continue to confront.

Among them is grief-vise, which I have written about in this stream.

In the grip of the grief vise, all that you will do, all that you even imagine doing, will require many times more effort.. Hardly daring to breathe for the grief-vise will tighten around your chest, squeezing the very air out of your lungs.

In the early stages of grief, the vise was strangling me. Breathing was impossible, and weeping was constant at times.

Michaela struggles with her grief. Seeing her husband every time she sees a man alone, even if they are older or younger than he was. I know I have felt Jan’s presence and still expect her to walk into our apartment.

Her struggles with a grief counselor and overly helpful friends are an experience I have not had but are familiar to those suffering from losing a loved one.

The last chapters are ones in which time becomes confusing and chaotic. At times, I was uncertain about which were real or imagined. The end, like all good novels, was ambiguous.

These are some of the other phrases I have found useful and will include in posts.

  • If there is no one to love, do we merit existence?
  • Never come to the end of kissing.
  • The first principle of life is; Breathe.
  • Shy in the language of intimacy.
  • As if a life lived with strangers could compensate for the emptiness in your heart.
  • No purpose in your life. No compass.

What you love most, that you will lose. The price of your love is your loss.

I recommend this book to all readers, even those struggling with grief.

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