Today marks six months of my husband of 41 years passing, 10 months of my mom’s passing and a span of 9 months to 18 days of 31 deaths of loved ones, including 4 first cousins.
My husband and I had so many plans: to retire and travel and share our story, how forgiveness, unconditional love and benevolent acts have saved our marriage of 41 years.
I don’t know which is worse, to loose a loved one suddenly or to watch a loved one daily die to cancer. I once said: “God I am not a hostile person, but if I had a gun and cancer had a face I would shoot cancer between its eyes.”
I am carrying the burden alone , with God’s help. Two progressive adult professionals, (our son and daughter) who can’t seem to get over this devastation, called the death of a loved one.
If it weren’t for faith, Prayers, God’s words and nature, I would be crazy or on a substance to drown and numb this pain. I hesitate to come home after work, I dread the weekends and Oh God the holidays!!!! He turned 60 on the 26th Nov, 2019, his birthday often fell on Thanksgiving and he loved the Christmas celebrations. He loved life and filled our home with energy.
I am so perplexed about my future, decisions regarding the house, where do I move to live? How much longer should I work? I have found my passion in life, which he supported. I have a job I love, great co-workers and friends. In my opinion, no one can truly understand this loss except they have been through it.
I feel like I am barely showing up for life daily. Some days are better than others. My energy is shot most days and I know it’s the emotional pain.
I am doing my best to take care of my health. I pray, meditate on God’s Words, I walk, get out in nature, eating healthy ( most days) do saunas, massages... but they all seem like band-aids to this festering wound.
To all of you going through this ache, this wrenching of your soul, this tail spin of your mind, please don’t quit on life. Don’t die in your winter, I believe our spring will come again. How do I know this? 23 years ago when I lost my dad, I slumped into a deep, dark depression (that my then 9 years old daughter was fearful I would never overcome ). I asked God to please take my life. Today I can’t say it’s a forgotten event, but the memories of my father is lot bearable. I think of the great lessons and memories we created as father and daughter.
My wonder is can this happen in regards to the loss of my husband? Only time will tell.