Sunday, January 9, 2011

Retirement Dreams, Fantasies and Realities

Late last week, after my massage, my husband picked me up and took me with him on a ride across town to pick up something from the school where he had served as principal.  School was just letting out for the day as we drove down Wessely Drive and parked the car in front of the school in the visitor spot located just to the left of the spot designated "Principal Only."  I looked up at the sign, then over at my husband and asked, "Do you miss it?"

My mind went back to the day, one of the last of his 40+ years in education, when the senior class surprised him by successfully naming the street directly in front of the high school where he had served as beloved principal for 11 years named after him.  He was overwhelmed by the honor.

Now, as then, he was ready for retirement.  He had served well and had earned a sterling reputation for being a much loved, respected, and admired educator.  No one thought he could ever really give it up.  He worked too hard and loved it too much.

His adamant answer, "Not at all."   As we walked in the school, headed to the office to the athletic director, by habit, I started toward the principal's office in the opposite direction.  "This way, dear," he said.  Ah, yes, we aren't going where our lives had centered for so long.   I was headed to his old office without even thinking.

On his last day in a place where he spent most of his waking hours, I took a few photos to record the event.   He was excited and ready to move on to a new venture in his life.  He'd been in school since he was four years old, and now at age 63, he was ready to close the door.


That didn't mean that it wasn't sad to leave so much of his life behind, it was.  I was actually taking a photo of the bullet hole in the blinds in this photo below.  Yes, someone had shot a gun into his office.  Thankfully, it was after hours and no one was there.  His ever present mottos  of "Do Right, Be Kind" and "Something Extra for South" are seen in the photos.  In taking the photo, I caught him in a reflective moment.

Last week, after our visit to the school, where everyone still comes up to him to get one of his famous handshakes, we went to the basketball game.  We may be retired, but we still are almost always found at the sporting events.  We value the connections, the friendships, the traditions that we made at South High School.  Without those connections and others, retirement would be very lonely.

Many of the dreams of retirement have been fulfilled.  He reads constantly.  This is a treat that he never had time for when he was working.  He works in the yard with me.  He does all the heavy lifting, digging and moving.  We used to walk the dog everyday together.  We've traveled.  We've tried to spend more time with family.  He treasures his weekly lunches, breakfasts and dinners with colleagues.  He bought a new camera which he is learning.  He has a key board that he intends to get back to so he can learn to play the piano.   He spends a lot of time researching his interests on the computer.  He is a crazy man on the elliptical at the "Y."  He is faithful at working out and walking.  These are the dreams of retirement that have been fulfilled.

The realities have been that after the two knee replacements that he had while he was working, he had to have his hip replaced during the summer of 2009.  The other reality is that he is my mainstay as I work through grief.  We did not expect to have this experience in our retirement years.

We'd only been home from our month long trip to Europe for two weeks when Julie died.  Since that time, I don't know what I would have done without him.  His kindness, his support, his empathy, his constant presence, his ability to take over all of the paperwork associated with a death, his humor, his desire to meet my every whim and desire, and his words of wisdom are typical of this man that I married.

Last week, at the basketball game, his one simple act showed me again how he is ever present and ever ready to meet my needs before I even ask.  He had gone off into the crowd to shake hands and spend time with his "boys."  He mentored every high school principal in this town.  All four of them worked with him as assistant principal at one time or another.  We were playing the school of the across the town rival.  Their principal had been Jim's AP before retirement, and he had gone to the other side of gym to visit with him.  About 20 minutes after he left my side, I took out my phone to give my dear husband a call to see if he would bring me a bottle of water on his way back to our seat.  Just then, before I could even dial his number,  I saw my husband walking up the steps toward me with a bottle of water in his hand.  Yes, it was for me.  He knew I would want one.  Before I even asked, there he was again with just what I needed.

Retirement is not always like we planned, but I  am blessed with a mate that is with me in retirement, in life, and in grief.  My girlfriends used to say I am spoiled by him.  Yes, I guess I am.  I like to think I am just very blessed.  Even if our dreams are not all of what we expected, we are together, and that is what matters most.

18 comments:

Cape Cod Kitty said...

What a lovely post. Such a nice thing when partners can think of each other that way.
So nice that you have that great school community, as well. That in itself is a treasure.
Thinking of you in your grief. So hard.
Sandwich didn't get snow overnight...or maybe a dusting....seemed the heavy snow bands just hit the very outer Cape area. So pretty.

Linda said...

A very thoughtful post. Those of us with wonderful husbands need to remember to say thanks every day.

Lynilu said...

Nice, nice post.

I envy you the companionship in retirement and all that has come your way. I enjoy my solitary life, but I miss that shoulder when things get tough. In spite of the hard times, you are so lucky. :)

Mare said...

Thank God you have such a kind and caring husband to share your life through good and bad times. I hope that you are keeping busy, busy, busy. It won't fix everything, but it helps.[I think].

Kay said...

Awww.. this is so beautiful! I kept smiling the entire time I was reading it. It is such a blessing to have a companion in life who is so right for us. Sending you much aloha from Hawaii. Please give your fabulous husband a group hug from all of us.

Linda Reeder said...

It is so wonderful to have a life partner to share everything with. And your husband sounds like the kind of principal I would have liked to work with.

Joanne said...

What a Beautiful, loving relationship you both have! Blessings, Joanne

#1Nana said...

As I get farther into retirement my ties to my old school are getting weaker...so many personnel changes. Next week I start a three week substitute job for a teacher who will be out for surgery. It will be strange to be back in a building on a regular basis. I honestly can't say that I miss it.

This was a lovely tribute to your husband. There is much to be grateful for.

Arkansas Patti said...

What an amazing relationship you have and what a special man you have shared your life with. I know you consider yourself fortunate, now we do also.

Olga said...

That was a beautiful tribute to a man and to your relationship.

Terri Tiffany said...

Your husband sounds like a keeper--guess you already knew that, huh?
I couldn't help but think of my marriage to a man who also knows what I need after all these years and I love him for it.
I am so sorry you lost your daughter when you did but thankful you could both be together to support each other each day.

Blissed-Out Grandma said...

But it's wonderful that you have each other as you experience life's surprises, both the happy and the painful. My hubby has always been very supportive of my needs, too, and having just retired I'm trying to be better at reciprocating.

Sally said...

Hello, I saw your comment on Terri Tiffany's site and popped over. This is a lovely tribute and very well said. I am anticipating our retirement to be as full and fullfilling. Blessings.

Joanne said...

There's an award waiting for you at my "place" come on over and have a cup o' coffee and I'll wrap it up for you ;0) Blessings, Joanne

KathyA said...

What a wonderful post. Of course, it's also so meaningful for me who retired from teaching only three years ago. Administrators are a dime a dozen, but people like your husband are precious and priceless. This particular post is timely, too, because yesterday I attended the funeral service of one of my colleagues. While I stood there looking around the room, I saw the people who had made up my family for so many years: good folks, dedicated teachers, caring individuals all.

A Seasonal Cook in Turkey said...

I have somehow found your blog and it really does resonate. I too have a treasure of a husband and I think we should count ourselves as truly lucky. I am so sorry that it was your daughter that you were writing about. I can only guess at your grief.

Retirement will hit us this year but I think it will be fine.

Claudia in Istanbul

Deb Shucka said...

What a wonderful couple you are. It's lovely to hear of people in retirement growing closer - that's often not the case. I'm so glad you have him to help you walk this rocky path and I'd be willing to be he feels exactly the same way about you.

Jeanie said...

Oh, Sally -- what a fabulous and eloquent tribute to what sounds like one of the most remarkable men ever. I'm inclined to think that wonderful marriages like this don't play out unless both play their parts -- and it sounds as though you are simply meant for one another. What a grand role model for families and children -- I'm sure he's missed by his colleagues and students.