During our forty-four years of marriage, I never felt fear, at least for myself. For my husband, yes, but never for myself. Standing at a whopping 5’ 4” tall, he had the ability to stay calm, to take over a situation and make it come out right. Of course while he was doing this… Continue reading Widow’s Fear
Category: Surviving Loss
Widow’s Anniversary
Today would have been our 46th anniversary. I woke up with my usual answer to stress. After getting my daughter to her special needs class, I returned home to cook, clean, rearrange, anything to stop remembering. Being a widow 364 days of the year is manageable; it’s that 365th day that brings us to our… Continue reading Widow’s Anniversary
Widow’s Anger
The guilt eventually passed. Enjoying the company of friends and laughing seemed almost right. Months had passed. I congratulated myself on how well I handled Bru’s death overall. I moved with my daughter to a new home. Always our first priority had been take care of the children; give them what they need. Wants,… Continue reading Widow’s Anger
Widow’s Guilt
It’s been two years, two long years since Bru died. I cared for him when he had five heart bypasses and finally came home with his chest open because he couldn’t heal with the wound sewn up. I unpacked the gauze, cleaned and repacked it until we got a machine that suctioned the wound clean.… Continue reading Widow’s Guilt
Widow – It’s Not So Hard
They lied. It’s not so hard having no reason to get up in the morning. I can stay in bed, under the influence of sleeping tablets and sleep all day. There is no need to think about him because I’ve drugged myself past all that. It’s not so hard feeling free to leave… Continue reading Widow – It’s Not So Hard
Widow Newly Born
We were married forty-four years after dating for two. Work, children, home, church were our primary interests. Going out with the boys or the girls simply didn’t fit into our lifestyles; we wanted to come home to each other after a long day at the office. For a brief time we worked as partners… Continue reading Widow Newly Born
Widow’s School
Although I prepared for three long years, it was not a school I wanted to attend. The admission cost was far too high though I attended locally. It was a school that could mend or tear a family apart. Some days learning proved impossible. On others knowledge weighed on my shoulders to the point of… Continue reading Widow’s School