THE TRIBUTE TO YOUR LOVED ONE HAPPENS THROUGH
THE MEMORIES THAT YOU SHARED. THE HUMAN SOUL LIVES
FOREVER , MEMORIES LIVE FOREVER , LOVE LIVES FOREVER . NEGATIVE
PEOPLE ,AND THOUGHTLESS ,…Continue
"If it's to be, it's up to me". Never are those words more true than when you are left alone in this world to fend for yourself. Where did all the help and support go?
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but don't be fooled by all the well-wishers out there who promise to always be there for you. They may be for the first few weeks, months or even year. But it's surprising how quickly they forget and go back to their own lives. Or perhaps they haven't…Continue
Right after Tom died, I created a …Continue
Well... I have been back to work for exactly one year as of today. It has been one heck of a year. So many learnings and so much personal growth. A lot of lessons about survival, self reliance, acceptance, forgiveness (of self and others).
I think one of the hardest lessons was learning how to be kind to myself. To allow myself the same latitude that I would extend to someone else in my situation. To not sit in judgement of myself but to embrace the lessons that each of my experiences…
This post is not easy to write. It’ll be more difficult to push publish. The reason is, the subject is, well, subjective, and the fear is someone will…Continue
My husband has been gone for 11 months.
His family came for Memorial Day Saturday and Sunday - much as in the past - and I was very weary when the two days were done. But I was happy to spend Memorial Day Monday in the cemetery in the rain with my husband. The services had been moved to a building due to weather - I was delighted to be among the families who spent their time in the real world, where uniformed service men were saluting the veterans' grave sites. It was…Continue
It still takes my breath away when I log onto the site and see my own pictures of Rod and I. When I look at them at home, or on Facebook, of course I miss him and cry and wish he were still here. But seeing them on Widowed Village is always a reality check of sorts for me....wow, that really happened. He really died. He really died almost two years ago and I will never see his face again. It's one of those heart punches that knocks the wind out of you and leaves you gasping for air. And they…Continue
A friend’s husband died in April, after lingering on machines in the wake of a Feb. 14 massive heart attack. It’s left my friend, and her son, without their rock and with mounting medical bills.
So, the local music and arts community where I live had a celebration of his life and benefit for the family Friday night.
I was reluctant to go, I hate going to those things alone. Once I got there, I was reluctant to leave, I hate leaving gatherings where I’m having a good…Continue
I went to my second wedding (since Cindy passed) yesterday. Wedding #1 was at 5 months. It was my niece's. Lots of family there. A fun time. Cindy really liked this niece. It was a fun and very unusual wedding.
Yesterday was wedding #2. I didn't rsvp until the last possible moment. It was for a co-worker that I don't particularly like or respect. I decided to go because I knew that she wanted to have…Continue
I recently found this community and am thankful I did. Everyone seems so supportive and understanding, and there are so many groups/forums/issues being addressed, it seems that when I sign in I can find a place to address whatever I'm feeling at that moment.
I do have a little complaint, however- I've noticed that most members begin their messages, replies, etc. by saying "I'm sorry for your loss." To me, that sentiment is overused and thus ineffective for conveying a caring…
Some days I am fine, full of energy, able to focus, able to process information, almost back to where I was in 1999 before Ray's major strokes. Then the next day I am back in bereavement mode, fogged in mentally, hemmed in by those “if only” thoughts, quite unable to do whatever it is I need to be doing right now. I wonder why I keep going back to that wishful thinking? I ask myself (and the universe) :”WHY????”. It may be hot or cold, summer or winter, an…Continue