Dawn62
Hello,me again looking for advice,you were there for me when my dad was ill in oct 22 and when we lost him oct 17th 22 and all the stuff i have in my mixed up head.Two years on and third awful xmas without dad and my 63rd birthday on xmas day so i am old enough to know better,but i lay awake at night knowing either me or my husband of 42 years will face loosing one of us and it is eating away at me,crazy i keep telling myself to get a grip but i go over and over this and i honestly do not think i could cope when the time comes so i hope it is me first,dad going has broken me inside and i try to cope on the outside but inside i feel dead and i struggle to get by i am still finishing off his business that should be finished by april,then i have to get my mums new will sorted and i will be ready to start my next chapter i keep telling myself,we want to move house.Mum is 80 and i think she will fade after all dads bits are finished,she keeps telling me she promised to stay until things were sorted because of the toxic relationship i have with my sister oh and we still have dads car to sell and that will be hard,because dad was always in that car,it is in her garage and she hasn't even opened the car door in two years,my sister did she thought she could have it at one point,but it will be sold i do not think i can look at it,i hate going into her house now it is just empty no dad,who would always call to me as i put my foot into the door,i have to keep trying to pull myself together i am frightened if i let go i will never stop crying and i wont bring him back.
but it is this silly worry of death i have,i know one of us will die but the worry is stopping me enjoy what time we do have,any words of any kind would be helpful even just to say be grateful for what you have,and i am and yet i still have this feeling.many thanks.
I know how you feel. I used to look at my gorgeous, wonderful husband and hope I would die first because I couldn’t cope if I lost him, and would definitely not be able to go on.
Sadly, we don’t get to choose if we live or die, or when . He died five years ago. Against all odds, I am still here!
It is horrendous to lose a spouse, especially if you have had a happy marriage. We had been married for 55 years and we were friends, lovers, soulmates and all that stuff!
At first, I was numb and didn’t feel anything at all, which was worrying, but obviously that didn’t last. The floodgates opened with a vengeance one night, and when it was over, I felt calmer.
We had two daughters who both went on to have our grandchildren that we were close to. I realised that I had to keep going for their sakes and I had to make a happy life for myself that didn’t depend on them having to alter theirs to accommodate me.
I have done that. Obviously I am not anywhere near as happy as I was when my husband was alive, but I am happy as I can be,. We had discussed death once and my husband pointed out that the death of one of us would change the life of the other but must not change the lives of our family.
As it turns out, because we are a close family, I see them often, but don’t impinge on their lives. Luckily, I like my own company and don’t need people around me all the time.
It helps to have a hobby, and if you like clubs, join one.
My husband once said, ‘if I die before you, please live your life for me and have fun’. That’s what I am doing.