Good morning everyone,
What a lovely, kind and supportive bunch you are. I am so grateful for your support at this time,
Whiff you are inspirational, so full of warmth, love and generosity of spirit. Such wise words of comfort and such good counsel.
I feel ok, a little frail and shaky but I slept surprisingly well. I didnt think I would, but maybe the glass of wine helped. ?
I am not going to dwell on the last few days, there's no point on raking over it all. It would be like picking a scab and not allowing the wound to heal.
To keep with the medical analogy, I have lanced the boil, let the poison out and now it's time to heal.
I am just going to take a little time, get through the anniversary (tomorrow) then take it from there. Time for some self care, rest, gentle exercise, healthy food. Keep myself to myself for a few days, then when I'm ready, I will start seeing friends again and getting out and about.
I am not going to sit around waiting for my son to decide whether or not he wants to be a part of my life. If he does then that would be wonderful, if not well I will manage without him well enough.
For the last few years I do feel that I have been expected to be grateful for the metaphorical crumbs from their table. I have been expected to jump at the chance of seeing them, changing my plans to fit in with their timetable. It often felt that I have been a "duty visit", especially DIL who never made me feel truly welcome when I visited them and who often behaved like a sulky teenager when she visited my home, glued to her mobile.
Thank goodness I am free of all that now.
When my husband died, the worst that could happen did happen. When he died he took a piece of me away with him and I know I will never be truly whole again, I feel that there is a part of my heart that is now frozen. So whilst losing my son will be painful it can never match the anguish of losing my husband.
I feel no malice and do not bear a grudge and I will not allow hate and bitterness into heart. I will try to find joy and contentment. I will face the future with courage and fortitude.
I am stronger than many people think, I am certainly not the pushover that my DIL imagines me to be. I will be ok, I just need a little time to "regroup" and then I will start to build myself a new life. It's what my husband would want. I will do it for him as well as for me.
One step at a time.
Bless us all. ❤️