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Bereavement

Side-swiped by a little thing.

(31 Posts)
Silverbrooks Thu 24-Apr-25 17:33:34

I know that feeling. Twenty years widowed for me. Generally, I am not an overly-emotional person but ...

After The Snowman was released in 1982, DH bought me the video for Christmas. He loved watching it. We loved watching it to together. I still have the tape even though I have no longer have a VHS machine to play it on. It’s on TV every Christmas anyway. Walking in the Air makes me cry every time I hear it.

Last Christmas, I went to a cathedral carol concert where I bumped into a friend. She likes sitting at the front (I don’t) but I sat with her. A young female chorister stepped forward to sing the song. She was about six feet away. Her voice was so pure, try as I might, I could not stop the tears streaming down my face.

DH was a great fan of the music of Vaughan Williams especially The Lark Ascending. It’s why I stick to Radio 3 and avoid Classic FM. You’re never more than 20 minutes away from hearing it on the latter and I’d be in bits all day.

kittylester Thu 24-Apr-25 17:24:29

If it doesn't sound weird, Scribbles, but I think that is 'lovely'. We can love more than 2 people at once and you are lucky to have found such love twice.

And, it's a lovely song. Have a gentle hug.

Not the same at all, but I get caught out a lot lately by things that remind me of my best friend who died last year.

Judy54 Thu 24-Apr-25 17:23:27

Cherish the memories and enjoy your new love.

Allira Thu 24-Apr-25 17:21:29

Scribbles it's the unexpectedness of it
flowers

I'm glad you've found some happiness and contentment again.

Furret Thu 24-Apr-25 17:19:21

Oh dear, I know that feeling. Hugs.

Scribbles Thu 24-Apr-25 17:16:04

Sometimes, it's the little things that hit you hardest. More than 5 years since my husband died following a road accident and, while I'll never forget him nor the love we had, I recognise that life goes on and I cannot dwell in the past.

Unexpectedly, I found love again with a new partner and have a contented, happy life, Why then, when I turned on the kitchen radio this afternoon and heard a record from 50-odd years ago that my husband loved, with words he would sometimes sing to me - Peter Skellern's "You're a Lady" - did I collapse into a chair and sob like a lost child?

Please don't anyone be concerned. I'm fine and the memories that music brought flooding back are all good ones. I am simply stunned that such a tiny incident can feel like being hit by a train.