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Latest Activity: May 14
neighbor just installed solar panels on the roof of their house that my bedroom window looks over. before it was roof and skyline, ad now it's hard not to have the strong lines of the black and white grid pattern grab my attention. I don't want this, but I have to accept it. the thing is, I just don't feel so flexible anymore. i feel like, geez, aren't things hard enough, now the view out my bedroom window isn't nice any longer? And I know its not about the view is ruined, its about everything is ruined.
I had to let go of my husband in February of 2015. That means I've finished the first year and almost a quarter of the way into the second. I am frustrated that it's not getting easier... or worse, that it's in some ways it's actually getting harder.
My husband's death was not unexpected. I had some time to (try to) think about what I would do or how it would be… but I knew I couldn't imagine until I actually got through it. How right I was. I also remember saying to a couple of people that I didn't look forward to having to explain myself or jump too soon into action, etc. because I knew that so often happens to widows. I said, "I don't know how it will be when B is gone, but I am sure of one thing. I will more than likely be very, very sad for a long, long time and I hope people will understand that." I was exactly right and I think they do. I've had very little of the bullshit that so many people here have had to deal with, being pushed or pressured by people who have no clue what it's like to miss -literally- your other half.
So why is it that now that I'm here and am indeed very, very sad, for over a year now, that I'm so struck by this disbelief in my situation? It's not that I can't accept that he's gone. I know it in every cell of my being. It's not denial. It's more just pure exhaustion from being sad. I want to be me again, but I can't find "me." Or at least not the whole me, and that's the one I'm missing. I need her back.
There are happy moments, to be sure. I can laugh really hard with some people and feel safe and joyful and alive. But I"m stubborn and I want more. I want to be a firecracker and get on with the business of life, get back to work at the same energy level I used to have, make big plans and then execute them (right now, I'm making big plans but then only executing in fits and starts).
I think I'm grateful to read that so many others are still struggling after a year. I'm not alone. What a gift to know that, even if it's a sad gift. But I'm also, hmmm…. disappointed to read that what I feared is true: there's no reason to expect myself to just get up and go yet.
Is there anyone out there who did get their spark back after a year???? 1.5??? I know, everyone's different, but give a girl a little hope already! I'm feeling seriously beaten down. And, on top of that, I keep losing my f&^$*ing keys.
I am more than 2 years along in my journey. I took a trip to Iceland on the anniversary week of my husband's passing and the toughest day for me was the anniversary of the day before he died. He passed 2 days before Valentine's Day and we were discussing our plans for the Valentine's weekend as well as a Spring getaway to the Finger Lakes.
This September would have been our Silver Anniversary and we were planning to go to Paris and renew our vows. I was planning to go in any case but have now decided to go on a special trip elsewhere, because I feel it would be torturing myself to go to such a romantic city without him to share it with me.
While I am better able to cope most of the time, I honestly miss him all the time and every so often, without warning, I still break down. Ours is a very unique journey with many twists and turns along the way. Sometimes I feel as if I am making headway and other times I feel as if I am going backwards.
Loving someone so deeply is a double-edged sword because we risk our hearts and souls in the process and suffer the bitter sting when that person dies. Unfortunately, there is no way out of this life, only a way through. And, while I've come to terms with the fact that I carry a sadness within me that may never fade, I look forward to the reunion when my own day comes. That is my belief and one of the things that keeps me going.
Wishing you courage and strength in your journey.
That technique works well with panic attacks, too. I think we discussed on here a few weeks ago... couple of months ago? It definitely forces you into the present, and out of your head.
"Promise me you'll always remember, you're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart, I'll always be with you." - Christopher Robin to Winnie the PoohIt's been one year...The heavy down pour of rain this morning with the flashes of lightning and booms of thunder definitely match my mood but with a mish/mash of sad but also happy memories. The sadness that veiled my heart and soul this morning was evident as I sipped my coffee and watched the heavy rain through the windows. Still, the sound of that heavy rain and thunder, flashed a memory of Monika and I back in June 1995. We were done with college and a group of us friends (we weren't dating then) flew to California to visit a friend for about a month and half. During that trip, we backpacked Point Reyes National Seashore and one day after dinner, Monika hiked down to the ocean from Sky Camp to watch the sunset and waves along the rocky beach. We found a spot on a rocky outcropping and sat just in front of a small tide pool. The waves would hit these rocks in front of this tide pool about 20ft out, water would arc up into the air about 10-15 feet and then come crashing down in front of us but land in the tide pool five feet below us. We continued to sit just on the edge of the rocks at the tide pool tempting Fate and Luck to see if the next wave would crash past the tide pool and drench us. Hearing the booms of the waves and the sight of the water crashing just in front of us but always just missing, was pure amazement and beauty even with the risk of getting soaked.We did this through the last of the day's sunlight and then for the next hour or so of twilight. When darkness did join us, we used my flashlight to continue watching the waves crash, but always just miss us - still tempting Fate and Luck and just living in the moment. Eventually cold and lack of ambient light had us hike back to camp with memories made to last a lifetime and then some.Monika had taught me (and perhaps still teaches me) to appreciate the moment, the present, to see the beauty and wonder right in front of you as long as you were willing to see it. Even through those 6.5 years battling breast cancer, she showed me the courage to just enjoy today, live in the now. Yes, she was very aware of the future but she never missed the moment of "Hey, I get to pick up the kids today from school", or "I still have just energy to run around the outside of the house setting up Easter eggs for the kids to find later in the day", or "let's go watch the night sky tonight, just go grab me some extra blankets" and "Glenn, can you get me an iced frappuccino with whipped cream?". She knew of the things she didn't have control of but that did not stop her; she knew what she did have control over and enjoyed the life still in front of her.So, I hope to continue finding that courage to persevere, to continue living life to its fullest, to aid those who are in need and to appreciate the challenge from Fate and Luck knowing that those experiences yet to be made will continue to shape myself for the better.Cheers to you my Monika, my Sweetie, my Love, always
danteprayer14 - I found my husband collapsed in his bathroom. I was downstairs laying down but not asleep. I heard him walk upstairs, go in his bathroom, and then heard a "thud". Kept listening to hear him walking or something - figured he dropped something. Then after no sound, went upstairs, listened at the door - he had his radio on - knocked and no answer. He was collapsed off the toilet, his whole head was blue, and he wasn't breathing. I think he literally dropped dead -- no hands out to catch himself; he never called to me. He had had a severe cold (which I think turned into pneumonia) which may have weakened his heart and caused him to have a heart attack. I had that picture in my head for a long time, but I think my brain put some of the worst of it away in my subconscious so I don't "see" it. It's been 1 year, 2 weeks, and I try hard not to picture that horrific situation. I think I've had some PTSD from it. No children; just the 2 of us.
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