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The first two weeks after losing him...

I honestly don't know how I have made it these two weeks of my new life as a widow. A life that I am very begrudgingly walking through like a zombie.

Breathe. Drink water. Breathe. One foot in front of the other. Breathe. Drink water. Breathe. Try to eat, even if it is only a bite. Breathe. Try to sleep.

That breathing thing is very important. It's amazing how many times my breath gets taken away by the grief. I can't tell you how many times I have felt like I might faint. Taking the dog for a walk leaves me breathless at the thought of coming home to an empty apartment. Going to the store leaves me breathless because my shopping always involved both of us and I would enjoy buying him little treats. Everywhere I look, I see things he loved and surprises I loved buying for him. He would get so excited over the smallest treat. He was so easy to please. His smile always brightened my world.

Breathe. Cry. Breathe. Remember. Breathe. Just.Get.To.The.Next.Moment.

The first week I was surrounded by family and friends in our little apartment. I love them all very much but I hated being surrounded by all that activity and hiding a good amount of my grief. Then they all left. Now I have my wish. I'm alone to let my grief come out and it isn't any better than being surrounded. I'm alone everywhere I go no matter how many people are there. Nothing is ever enough because I don't have my husband here with me to be my best friend and give me emotional support the way he so lovingly would.

He was amazing and kind and imperfect and flawed. I loved every single part of him. I still do. I will forever. I love you, S and I always will.

Breathe. Drink water. Breathe. Get through. Breathe. Just breathe...

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Comment by Hope on March 15, 2016 at 7:39am

Yes, breathe and drink water and allow yourself to weep. Weeping is part of the healing. Baby steps. I am praying for you. This is a hard time

Comment by deaf widow on March 15, 2016 at 4:23am

I feel the same way when I go shopping for food.  He loved pork shops, cheese & crackers, sugar-free candy.  Now, I get sad when I see the stuff he liked on the shelves or in the adds.  He wanted to be served Ala-cart (served separately).   I use to think..."gee..a lot of dishes to wash".  Now, I would give anything to have him here and serve him that way.  (I better go "Breathe")!

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