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Two years ago this week, on Sunday morning, I was sitting in church when they called to tell me that my wife had breathed her last. I remember the feeling of shock, then thinking how weird it should be that I would be shocked. After all, Marguerite had been on her deathbed under home hospice care since before Christmas, and for the last week had been so close to the edge that sitting by her bedside had exhausted me, so I went to church.
I remember feeling the weight of sadness descend, and also the sense of relief that her pain had ended, and the guilty hope that mine might now have an end too. Feels like yesterday, feels like right now, all over again but different. Same knot of conflicting feelings, only they are more familiar now that I have had two years of experience as the "husband of the deceased", the "widower", the "surviving spouse", the "executor", the "sole parent" and all those other things I became that Sunday morning. Less shock, same pain, perhaps more hope.

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Comment by Jerry on September 12, 2012 at 7:27am
I hate being a widower,it's the strangest feeling in the world. It's worse when I am around people that know me,I feel,they are somehow treating to me differently. it will be coming up on 3 years that my wife is gone and next week will be her birthday. I keep thinking about the last birthday she was alive.we knew she was sick, but not thinking she was going to die any time soon. We still had hope that the treatments were working.we were able to go out to dinner,and visit my moms house. 3 days later we got the bad news, the treatment didn't work and we were reffered to hospice care. She passed away 3 months later.
Comment by Rook on January 12, 2012 at 3:37am
Thank you for your encouragement.
Comment by carolynne on January 9, 2012 at 6:10pm

(((Rook))) Hang on to that hope, and the memories of the better days. Wishing you peace.

Comment by Stumbling (Susan) on January 8, 2012 at 5:37pm

Thank God we have our memories to remember the sweet times and help us lessen the sadness  and pain of their illnesses.  While I miss Ed more than I can imagine, I know his pain needed relief from God.

Comment by jean on January 8, 2012 at 2:46pm

((((Rook))))  Hope is all we have... and wonderful memories.  Here's to peace, love, hope and life! May He help us all find happiness and peace within ourselves as we journey through all of these feelings and memories.

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