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Life is a Bag of Frozen Peas

By: Michael Smith (Little_personView Profile)

A few weeks after my first wife, Georgia, was called to heaven, I was cooking dinner for my son and myself. For a vegetable, I decided on frozen peas. As I was cutting open the bag, it slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor. The peas, like marbles, rolled everywhere. I tried to use a broom, but with each swipe the peas rolled across the kitchen, bounced off the wall on the other side and rolled in another direction.

My mental state at the time was fragile. Losing a spouse is an unbearable pain. I got on my hands and knees and pulled them into a pile to dispose of. I was half laughing and half crying as I collected them. I could see the humor in what happened, but it doesn't take much for a person dealing with grief to break down.

For the next week, every time I was in the kitchen, I would find a pea that had escaped my first cleanup. In a corner, behind a table leg, in the frays at the end of a mat, or hidden under a heater, they kept turning up. Eight months later I pulled out the refrigerator to clean, and found a dozen or so petrified peas hidden underneath.

At the time I found those few remaining peas, I was in a new relationship with a wonderful woman I met in a widow/widower support group. After we married, I was reminded of those peas under the refrigerator. I realized my life had been like that bag of frozen peas. It shattered. My wife was gone. I was in a new city with a busy job and a son having trouble adjusting to his new surroundings and the loss of his mother. I was a wreck. I was a bag of spilled, frozen peas. My life had come apart and scattered.

When life gets you down; when everything you know comes apart; when you think you can never get through the tough times, remember, it is just a bag of scattered, frozen peas. The peas can be collected and life will move on. You will find all the peas. First the easy peas come together in a pile. You pick them up and start to move on. Later, you find the smaller, harder-to-find peas. When you pull all the peas together, life will be whole again.

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posted: 11.02.2007
Michael Smith
Thank you, Beth. Ginny and I have been married for more than three years. I have never felt love like this before. We understand each other's feelings. She loces the song by Diamond Rio. I think it is called totally or completely. Her dream was to find a man who would love her totally and completely. She found it in me. She is what I dreamed about all my life. I'm 6 feet and she is 5'1". I call her my little girl. Not one moment goes by where we don;t express our love for each other. I'm working on a new story that I think this group will enjoy. It should be ready this week. Mike the man who had, lost, and found love again.
posted: 10.30.2007
Beth Bracken
I disagree, Helen. Sometimes two people who are hurting and are clear about why and how to rebuild can rebuild something quite beautiful together. To blanketly label someone as "this kind of wounded" and to arbitrarily determine the length of time they need to heal is unfair. Michael, I liked the metaphor of the frozen peas, and I agree with Peggy on the idea of the size of the bag and the break!
posted: 09.08.2007
Helen Gio
I really hope you didn't get married. You need more time to recover; wonderful women don't deserve this kind of wounded.
posted: 09.07.2007
Peggy Kozick
Very nicely put. The size of the bag of peas or the break is also another matter to consider. I have to say, you made my day as well. :)
posted: 08.14.2007
Carrie Johnson
this storie made my day better! thank you!
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