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Latest Activity: Oct 25, 2019
Hi Everyone, I am coming up to the six year mark. It is true that I don't cry everyday for Jock but it is still so very hard. People don't realize how much the pain just stays and stays. They think i am over 'it' because I seem Ok but I am not. I miss everything about being with him. And it is difficult that he is not here to experience those milestones - like our sons graduating. I miss talking to him, just hanging out. I am very lonely without him. I work a lot and it is when I am home in the evening that it feels such a struggle
Hi booktime Susan. I’m also at the 6 year mark, retired 22 months ago. I still think of Bill, talk to him all the time and probably always will. I don’t feel sorry for myself but for all the things he’s missing out on, like our daughters wedding 3 years ago and the birth of our first grandchild in August this year. He wanted to live so much, but cancer couldn’t be beat. I know he wanted me to be happy and enjoy our children and grandchildren for both of us. Early Retirement was a great choice for me, I’m taking better care of myself physically and emotionally. Of course it’s lonely at times but I had a wonderful 35 years with Bill and that’s more than many people have. I’m at peace. Hugs to all.
Hey Susan, Feb 2020 will be the start of my seventh year. It seems so very long ago. I've bought and sold a new house; traveled across USA from coast to coast; made some new friends. Our family has added three great-granddaughters. Yes, many more losses too among friends and family. Wrapped together, it's called LIFE, isn't it?
I see this group has 564 members. A few are still here. Most have moved on in various ways. Sometimes I wonder where they are and how they are doing. I don't (and won't) do Facebook so I miss those who have moved there. I sure do hope WV will have the chat room come back. It's nice to read that you are also doing well.
I visit this thread to check in with others who lost their dear ones 6 years ago. I'm into my 7th year now without my honey. What a balance life is! I am newly retired and am trying to figure all that out. I find myself thinking more of Ed now but in a nice way. I'm not usually sad when I do. Hard to explain, almost like he is there listening to me. I am not dwelling on him and how life could have been. I am present for this life now but know that who I am is definitely because I shared 20 some years with this man. It is a comfort to me.
Don't get me wrong: I never imagined life in retirement without him. But here I am and I want to experience what life I have now.
Kind of a muddled thought here. Mostly wanted to acknowledge that I am not alone in this voyage I never chose.
Hugs to all.
OMG Brianne! Our paths do seem similar! I am so happy and grateful you responded to me!
Unbelievable. I do believe what we went through made us stronger women today!
God bless you and I am so glad you found happiness again.
Maybe I could friend request you? But not sure how to do that!
Thanks Broken Diva for sharing. We all travel different paths but so many times I see similarities in our journeys. I was a Bank Executive and for many years commuted to my job, leaving on Mondays and returning on Fridays. My husband and I had a strong, close loving relationship but choose to not have children. My job allowed us to move to different cities and in the end we were residing outside of Canada when my husband was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. We returned to the 40 acre property we had rented out while we were on assignment outside of Canada. He died in that home. I cared for him until the end. I had no support, or at least it felt that way. All our family lived more than 3 hours away and close friendships had been lost during my career changes. So in some ways I see a parallel in our journeys.
I sold our 40 acres and moved everything by myself. I received no help from family due to the distance between us. I had a 5 bedroom house, two double garages, a barn and farm equipment that I dealt with myself. I wondered if my family was wrong for not offering to help or if I was wrong for not asking for help. Because I had always been a career woman my family viewed me as the executive who could handle anything and hence did not realize the struggles I was experiencing. I found my peace in publishing a book and it was only after my family read it did they realize the pain I was in. Within 4 years I had lost my Mom, Dad and husband. I was truly broken inside.
When I met other widows at Widow Camp I was envious of so many who talked about the support they received from family and friends during their husbands illness. I cared for my husband for 9 months and never once had anyone drop off a meal, offer to clean the house or offer to sit with my husband so that I could go run errands.
I became bitter.
I realized I needed to build a life for myself. I had no children or grandchildren to occupy my time. I tried to make new friendships but found most woman married. I joined several groups to see if I could find a single person to do things with. I think having such a close relationship with my husband had left me unable to relate to woman my age who had other interests.
It took me 3 years to finally have the strength and confidence to go on a dating site and look for the man who would help me heal on my journey. I know I was blessed in my first marriage and am blessed again to be in love for the last time in my life.
Thanks again everyone. Through sharing we gain understanding and possibly help someone else.
Thanks for your response. I am trying to understand and go through the process of grief more and more. And, actually, thanks to you and the other responses on here, feel I am doing a good job. And I thank my husband for helping me to become a stronger woman.
I had some extenuating circumstances to my husband's death. He died suddenly when I was 55. Normal day and evening and then on Oct. 25, 2013, I went upstairs and found him dead and blue on the floor.
Our romance was a whirlwind. I met him at a job assignment I was on when he was CFO of the company. I was welcomed abruptly into the corporate world. Met with the Chairman and has wife to be "interviewed." A few months later, my husband became CEO of the company and off we went, travelling the world sometimes entertaining 200 people. We could do this because we had no children - he had grown kids from a previous marriage. I was very instrumental in the business, in fact, my husband attributed me for him becoming CEO. We were a great team - both helping each other. Later, when he started his own company doing mergers and acquisitions, I still traveled a lot. Our base was in Pittsburgh, but we were in SF for a few years and then NY, Philly and Florida. So when he died, everything changed in an instant. I had no family to help me - they didn't offer - and were the ones who said get over it. In fact, they still wanted me to entertain for Thanksgiving that year! (We had hosted every holiday for the entire family at our house - so now, it seems strange that I haven't been invited once for any holiday at their houses.) In their minds, they thought i had it made sort of - money could buy anything I guess, but it doesn't buy happiness.
We had a huge house which I cleaned out myself with a few people, dealt with the attorneys in Philly and learned a lot, but it took me a while...all while caring for my elderly parents - my dad having Altheimers. He died a year later. We had bought them a house with a mothers in law suite which I moved into immediately with my cats because I couldn't stand to be in my house where he died. Now, in retrospect, I feel lucky that I had the time. Some people have to sell their homes immediately, etc. In time of grief, which I would trade for all the money in the world! But I was non stop, but now realize that I did a good job.
I did go to a grief counselor and am still seeing a therapist. My counselor told me to not contact my brothers and their three wives anymore since they said they were too busy -to get outside help which I am doing even now.
I'm sorry if I sounded cynical from my anger of no one helping me but I guess I could be envious of others who do have the time. All during this time I've had multiple men asking me to go out but I couldn't a lot because I was caring for my mother.
Also during this time God became more instrumental in my life and reading the Bible more and more realize that He wants us to have joy and happiness in our lives. Remember the song, "A time for love, a time for hate, a time for mourning, a time for joy - the "seasons" of our lives....Well, now I am entertaining the idea of having more joy in my life and am having more dates. My time of "mourning" is coming to an end.
All this was partly possible by reading these posts...realizing I may be a little different (which is not a bad thing; my husband always told me that there is a price to pay for being different. He was such an intelligent, wise, unassuming man. And I am glad I paid that price - I wouldn't change anything) But, again, thank you Brianne and everyone for helping me realize that everyone in fact is "different" in their own way.
God bless everyone and sorry for the long post!
Well said NoLongerInBergenJC. Appreciate your insight.
@Broken Diva and @Brianne: I think it's important to not define our lives after loss in any "one true way." Brianne, you say you were only 59 when widowed and being alone the rest of my life was not what you wanted. I was 58, and five years later I find myself to be reasonably contented alone; certainly more so than I would be dealing with the dating world. But then, I was single until I met my husband when I was 28 and was always comfortable in my own company. So perhaps I am well-suited to life alone in a way others may not be. We are all different.
Those who remarry are not "grieving less" and those who do not are not "stuck in grief." If someone were to drop into my lap who I felt connected to, I would be open to the possibility. But I am not going to "look for someone." That's not to say that my way is right for everyone.
What I DO think, however, is that if grief is still as raw as it was in the beginning after a certain period of time (which varies from person to person), then perhaps some help is necessary. It is not about "getting over it" or even about "moving on." It's about finding a place for the grief and loss and integrating it into our new life in a way that allows us to actually LIVE our lives, not just count down until we ourselves can die.
Sept 1 was the 5th anniversary for me, widowed at 58. As my friends and family continue celebrating anniversaries I will never have, and birthdays my husband didn’t live to see the enormity of his loss deepens every year. I have moved forward with renovating the house and retiring from my career this year but it is sad facing my senior years alone when this was never contemplated. However, I remind myself I’m strong, healthy and have great children who are close by and love me. I can’t imagine meeting anyone new, and I’m not looking.
We all need to make our own path forward, as we did when we were young and just starting out. The universe will unfold as it should. Have faith, and take care ❤️
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