Each of us have a different circumstance and a different view. Hopefully, if you are reading you can find some comfort and camaraderie in our words.
While everyone I have talked to has a different analogy for living life widowed, the one thing that we can all agree is that this is a club that no one is banging down the door to join! Nope, not at all! Who in their right mind chooses the utter heartbreak, the sobbing, the brokenness that comes from losing half of yourself? The sleepless nights, where the icy cold from the sheets on the other side of the bed leach into your bones and make every fiber of your being aware that you are alone, really alone, like no adult in the house to call 911 if you had a heart attack alone.
Who chooses to raise kids, working through grief that are dealing with their own grief by themselves? Who chooses to have to have tough conversations with very tiny humans about things that grown ups can't even comprehend? Who chooses to be the odd man out? To feel completely alone in a room full of people that all have their spouses or significant others? That's right no one. Zip, Zilch Nada!
What I can tell you, is that there are a great many people who have taken their circumstances and risen to a place of grace and beauty. They learn that there is much more to life than the rat race. That you really do need to stop and pause, because life is fleeting. That there are men and women whom have walked this path before you and have come out on the other side of the chasm of tragedy and are OK. They have a new chapter and they have happiness again. They have not forgotten their loved one, but they have chosen to live and to love again.
And do you know how they did it? They functioned one minute at a time trudging through the heartbreak and tears. Moving forward and turning the page takes time, and it takes work and it is different for everyone. Don't measure your journey against anyone, just know that the journey gets easier. Perhaps, by reading our words you can see that even though your pain is so deep that you can hardly breathe, that someday, maybe not tomorrow, but someday, you will take a deep breath and smile. A true smile, one that will light you from within.
So grab a drink, coffee-perhaps something a little stronger, sit back and walk with us.
Link to blog hop page....
Samantha of the Crazy Courage blog
Janine of One Breath At A Time
Red’s The M3 Blog
Christine of Widow Island
Tim’s Diary of a Widower
Running Forward: Abel Keogh’s Blog
Tamara of Artful Living After Loss
Jessica at Buttons to Beans
Missing Bobby: A Widow’s Journey
The Grief Toolbox
The Widow’s Mite: Encouragement for Widows
Choosing Grace Today