People often talk about moving through grief as being a process of healing, the analogy with physical injuries is that bereavement causes an emotional injury and that grieving is the healing of that injury. I don’t think that analogy works. When Sharon died it felt like a huge chunk had been ripped out of my heart, but looking back now it wasn’t me who changed that night it was the world I was living in that changed. Suddenly being alive hurt, not because I was wounded but because I no…Continue
I’ve often read that grief is a journey with steps forward and back but that’s not how I see it. I think of my life as being like a huge rambling mansion with rooms ranging from the few that I mostly live in (my everyday life and thoughts), through to rooms that I use occasionally to rooms that I practically or actually never find myself going into.
When Sharon died a storm ripped through the mansion leaving behind a thick layer of dust that worked its way into…Continue
I was widowed in November 2011. It's a shame that I didn't find this site at the time, a blog like this would have been useful as I was trying to make sense of where I was and where I was going. All-in-all I'm OK at the moment, but I've still got quite a lot to work out about this…Continue