There was a recent thread on Widownet about the loss of our person to
\nshare important daily events with. I’ve talked about this before
\nand I was thinking about it now driving from work. Part of being
\nmarried is sharing your life with your spouse. The little things
\nthat happen during the day and more importantly the big things that
\nhappen in each other’s lives. You get used to having someone to
\ngo to to share and to discuss the events and happenings.<\/p>\n
For widow\/widowers that part of our lives (along with myriad other
\nparts) is gone. When there is an event for the girls, say the
\nhomecoming dance, or a flute recital, or skating competition, there
\nisn’t anyone to share the glow the pride in our daughters. Not
\nonly that but it tends to end up raising the exact opposite
\nfeelings. And that opposite feeling still tends to come at me
\nslowly and quietly until I’m left wondering why I’m sad at such a
\nhappy occasion. Instead of a wonderful feeling of pride and
\nhappiness there is a feeling of emptiness where you have all this
\nexcitement and pride and you are left searching for some one to share
\nit with. Or more accurately the reminder that she isn’t here to
\nshare it with you. It’s not as much wanting to have someone to
\nshare these things with, it’s wanting the person you used to share
\nthese things with to be there to share that experience.<\/p>\n
At some point in the grieving process I’m assuming (hoping) that that
\ndesire to share will become a desire to find someone to share with.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There was a recent thread on Widownet about the loss of our person to share important daily events with. I’ve talked about this before and I was thinking about it now driving from work. Part of being married is sharing … Continue reading