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I can relate to that and I'm sure many of us can also, in our own ways. I don't sweat the small stuff either but I learned some of that just by getting older. It has been over three years since Don died but I have more anxiety attacks about my own health issues now and I worry more about the family and friends I still have. I keep thinking that I can't handle another loss of a loved one during my lifetime. Just the thought scares me.
I have gained the most from being with other widowed friends who went through losing their husbands about the same time as I did. We really understand each other and we can laugh or cry together with impunity. They are a great comfort and we also have nice times together.
I sit down and make "gratitude lists" on the bad days in order to get my perspective back. Sounds silly but it really helps me.
Fuzzy I know what you mean. I am only 3 months out but now my feeling of sadness is so overpowering. As a friend commented to me the other day I just exist I am not living.