A YOUNG WIDOW'S GRIEF JOURNAL In early grief, my only question was how to stop the pain. There were times I thought I was crazy and the only proof I had otherwise was a handful of widow friends. Later, I worried how long past the traditional mourning deadline the grief would last. Grief has been a non-linear journey that no longer overwhelms me yet has become a part of who I am. To view chronologically, see ‘labels’ by year
Sunday, June 27, 2010
6 Years, 2 Months - Alone
I cried today. The tears started falling and then I let it go and sobbed for a minute. It is times like these that I really miss having a husband, a sounding board, a champion for your side, someone to give advice, someone to hold you when things go bad and when it feels like you are standing alone. My family has more than abandoned me. They have condemned me as inept, lazy, a liar. I miss you honey. I would not be in this mess if you were still here yet, even worse, is struggling through my troubles alone and not knowing if I have made the right decisions. I miss you dearly.
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