Greyduster
It is indeed a long lonely road, and just as you think you might just be ready to throw away the map, something comes along and kicks the legs out from under you; a photo, hearing his voice on a bit of video, songs he used to sing have tears coursing down your cheeks. But it’s part of the healing process. It’s very early days; let it take you where it will for now.
Thinking of you💐
That is so true.
Doodle, I am so sorry. I have had to be without the love of my life for nearly five years now. Year one, I was convinced I wouldn’t survive, but I did. It was hard, and I’m still not really happy but I am still breathing, still enjoying some things and luckily have family nearby. Years 2, 3 and 4 saw the gut-wrenching grief lessen to a painful ache. Occasionally, I laughed and enjoyed myself. I learned not to feel guilty because I was having a great time with our family which he could not. We talked about him often and he will always be important to us. There will always be a piece of him in our children and grandchildren. In fact, yesterday, our granddaughter brought my great-grandson to be with me. She gently stretched his little legs out and said, ‘look! He’s going to have long legs like his great-granddad!’
Life will never be the same. It can’t be and I think the best advice I can give is to try to get the best out of each day.I try not to dwell on happier times too often, just remember them now and again. If dark thoughts appear, push them away and distract yourself with something, TV, radio, a good book, phone a friend.
Try to live each day as your loved one would want you to. My husband would be heartbroken if I didn’t carry on with a good, but different life.
I live the life that was denied him, with all my love.