Riding Bitch

The daily musings of a writer.



As I continue to heal from a state of heartbrokenness, I am reminded of the phrase stated by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in his last speech: I’ve been to the mountaintop.”

In the context of my life this phrase means, I have known, loved, and been loved by a Good Man.

I lost this man 3 years into our relationship (before we had worked all the kinks out), 11 days after our wedding, to a horrible disease which, coupled with a devastating motorcycle accident, was simply too much to overcome.

Shortly after he passed a girlfriend said to me, “Well, at least you’ve known love.” At the time, the pain was still so fresh I couldn’t find much relief in those words. But even on my darkest days I knew on some instinctual level that she was right.

I had experienced something few people do in a lifetime, the kind of love that makes you walk on hot coals to try and save the other, the kind of love that you read about in novels, the kind of love that makes you write love letters for a year after the other dies.

For a long time, and a variety of reasons, I didn’t always feel that I deserved this love. There had been moments when I doubted or disrespected it due to immaturity and insecurity. Just as the relationship was hitting its stride, he got diagnosed with a terminal illness and everything changed overnight. As things progressed at a deliriously fast pace, a part of me began to awaken, while another part began to shut down in order for the rest of me to keep functioning.

Once he was gone, I had a volcanic eruption of heartbreak and guilt, not uncommon for the surviving spouse/caregiver/less-than-perfect partner. Though my husband had forgiven my shortcomings, I found it difficult to forgive myself. Every time I thought of a good memory, a painful one reared up in front of it, like an eclipse blocking out the sun. It took every ounce of strength to not follow him to the other side.

Another friend told me, “Just hang in there and keep breathing.” Others reassured me that one day I would feel more grateful than devastated, more happy than sad. I couldn’t imagine it, but I also didn’t give up.  He never did and wouldn’t want me to.

Now it’s been 1 year, 6 months and 9 days since I watched him take his last breath, and I can say with cautious optimism that things are better.

I am still heartbroken. I still cry. I still talk to him, write to him, ache and reach out for him. But instead of feeling like my soul has been crushed, it more often feels lifted. Instead of dwelling on all that was lost, I think more often on how to rebuild. Instead of feeling guilty for not knowing better then, I focus on being better now.

Part of this transformation is simply Time. Part of it is all the writing and healing-work I’ve been doing this past year and a half. Part of it is the continued love and support of my family and all of our friends. Part of it is Ruby, my new puppy, who literally re-awakens and strengthens my heart every day.

So, I have been to the mountaintop. And I have seen the Promised Land. I couldn’t get there with my husband, but I have looked over and know that it exists. And in the knowing is the transformation.

Obama inauguration party 1/20/09

Wedding day 4/22/11

Author: nivaladiva

Freelance writer and independent filmmaker.

13 thoughts on “Mountaintop

  1. Sorry, I feel like I’m wandering into something too personal for a stranger to see, but I have to say this is a powerful piece. You found beauty in sorrow.

    Keep going.

  2. Oh goodness, I love reading this very much! Thank you for being open and free. Thank you for fighting through all that you have — and will have to. Just feels so good!

    – Ant

  3. What a touching post, and beautiful pictures of you and your husband. Hope things are going well with your new canine companion!

  4. It is amazing when you look back and remember the early days of grief…..how you wanted to die more than you wanted to live…..time……and working THROUGH the grief…..it’s the only way. I’m glad you got to where you are now. Keep moving forward! -Linda

  5. Beautiful post.. I can definitely relate in some ways. I’m again, so sorry for your loss. Your post made me cry, but in a sweet way. Keep up the good work.

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  7. Thank you for your love to Him and being able to bring a message of Hope to a sometimes Empty World out there, all us Wives Salute you, for your Courage and we love you so much Remember you are not alone My Child, and you will not ever be alone Because I Your Heavenly Father, will walk with you, and when you are to tired to Walk, I will Pick you Up and Carry You, Love Jesus:

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