One Week Ago

Written by Maggie Calhoun about her husband Birge Calhoun and posted by Carl Quinn

For those of you who’ve been lifted by my memories and asked for more writings here is the first I posted on my grief journey, late April 2018.

One week ago today my husband brought me a cup of coffee in bed. He meditated. He shared an interesting article he was reading.

One week ago today a calm voice on the other end of the line kept me focused on the most important job of my life until paramedics could take over.

One week ago today when they took him away from our home I knew he wouldn’t be coming back.

Later that day when a bald eagle flew out of the brush, over his collection of boats and circled just above us, I knew he wouldn’t be coming back.

Birge always took care of me. He loved me as he loved all of us, without condition.

One week ago today his spirit flew away, onto his next journey, but he gifted us with three precious, heart wrenching days to prepare. He gave us time to thank him, kiss him, love him and honor him.

Fly into the light my dear precious man