6 months ago, Brian left home and never came back. 6 months. How is that even possible? I can’t wrap my brain around it.
I used to listen to this song all the time and joke about how he was my ball and chain and I was his. While we never truly felt like that (we loved each other tremendously,) we were a real married couple. We argued, we disagreed, we got frustrated with each other, and, admittedly, sometimes we intentionally pushed each other’s buttons. That said, I don’t think either of us ever dragged each other down.
As time has passed and it’s been half of a year since Brian left his body, I’m starting to see this song differently. My amazingly wonderful husband finally ditched his ball and chain. I’m still weighted down here on this earth, weighted down by insignificant things like dinner, bills, taxes, misunderstandings, illness, but Brian… Brian is completely and totally free. He doesn’t have to take any more pain. Someone took away his ball and chain and, while I’d do anything to have him back, I am finding moments of pure joy in knowing how completely free my beloved is now.
Fly free, MoonRunner. No more ball and chain for you.