Is this you?
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Your husband died, and you feel like you’re in an unknown life dimension. It’s widowhood. Early on, when he left this physical plane, you sobbed, you wailed. Maybe like me, panic attacks took you to your knees in a pool of tears.
Because each of us in this life season is different, I didn’t know it would be painful for so long. My husband of 47 years died 3 1/2 years ago. That was 9 months after my father and 2 weeks before my mother. My first grief counselor called it complicated grief.
One of my girlfriends labeled my dad’s, husband’s, and mom’s death in just 10 months a pummeling.
We can still find the life we want, even though it’s on our own.
Our husband’s death hurts on more levels than ever we could considered. Label it what you want – widowhood, the club no one wants to belong to, or hell; the pain is beyond excruciating.
Unless you’ve experienced this phase of life, there are no words. I still have many of his clothes, I talk with him every day, and my heart is healing.
In part, blogging will be my therapy. However, I believe we each can discover nuggets of help from someone else’s healing process. One of my prayers is we can further help one another and others while meeting here. That’s why you can comment about anything on your mind.
Sometimes we’ll be in the same place; however, more often, we are either headed to the next pain stop or just crossed one. Where ever we are on the route, I’ve asked God to help us – each of us – find His peace, healing, and strength.
I realize you may not believe in God. That’s ok. Let that difference go. We’re here to find healing, understanding, and our unique way forward.
We all have support of our choosing for a lifetime.
Yes, I do believe in God. He supports me every day. He’s my first go-to with thank you, why, and let me know requests. I’m pretty sure I provide daily comic relief for him.
My son is a tremendous source of support, and wisdom. My two granddaughters bring laughter and feelings of youth to my life.
My two sisters, are amazing in that they have never told me, “You know what you need …” We more than not laugh hysterically when talking with each other and relearn Italian curse words!
Then, what’s come together for me since August 28, 2017, is a group of women and men on this same mapless road. Widows and widowers. How their life got into this season is different, yet each of us knows… we’re making our own map.
The other season I’m in, of course by my own map, is dating. And oh, let me tell you some of those mostly hysterically funny stories!
Let’s start then … at the end.