I remember being on holiday with my husband when I suddenly and completely fell to pieces, because on our return my two oldest sons would be moving out of the family home, leaving my third son at home. In a few months time after that he too would be off to uni. I felt as if my whole life was finished. Looking back I think I actually grieved like they were dying.
HOWEVER, after that week long episode I pulled myself together because I didn’t want my boys to know how sad I was. And because I had to pretend and think of them I felt better. I was so proud of them for being adult enough to look after themselves and proud of my husband and myself for bringing up such fine men.
I read somewhere that children are not ours to own but loaned to us for a while, just as we were to our parents. Let them go with a glad heart if you can and that will turn into a self fulfilling prophecy.
If you keep looking back and feeding the grief it will never get better and you will end up a very sad person.
Find something to do, anything at all or perhaps get a pet.
My husband died nearly two years ago so I am truly on my own, but you have to get on with it. Sometimes I spend all day just reading and others I’m productive. You just have to put one foot in front of the other.
It might also be that things are not going to be as bad you think.
I wish you well.
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