I have been wondering lately if being happy limits the freedom I feel to still mourn Phil's death. I have the feeling that "others" expect that my current happiness will cancel out the residual sadness that still exists in my heart over the loss of a man I loved so much. Yes, I realize this is MY issue.
The thing is, I am happy. And yet, I am also still sometimes sad. I have come to a place in my life where I would no longer trade in every person, experience, friend, family member, or new found love for the opportunity to have just one more minute with Phil. You know what I mean. There was a time when I would have swapped every single moment of my life for the chance to be held in Phil's arms just one more time. Today, I have moved past that point. But not so far past that secret desire to be who I used to be for just one minute that my heart has stopped aching all together.
When I see someone at the gym who looks like Phil, I still take in my breath too quickly. When there is a job to be done that he would do effortlessly, I still curse the fates that he is not available to complete the task. As time marches on and our families grow, the world changes, and life moves forward I still wonder what he would think of it all. Every once in awhile I still feel him somewhere very near by, and my heart aches.
I have often wondered what would happen if my heart stopped aching. In my current state of happiness the poor beaten down organ has taken a much needed break from sadness. My life is filled with amazing people. I am loved by a generous and understanding man. My kids are happy and healthy. I am blessed to be surrounded by an exceptional circle of family and friends. Given all of these facts, I wonder when the reality of Phil's death will stop knocking me over, if only every so often, with the proverbial waves of grief. Will there be a time when his absence will lose the power to stop me in my tracks? And what will I feel if that day comes.
I don't have the answers to these rhetorical questions, but deep in my soul I believe that Phillip Hernandez will still be with me when the heartache ends.
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This post is just what I needed today. I lost my husband about a year ago and this is the question I keep asking myself. Maybe the heartache never ends, but takes a back seat to your happiness. It is good to know that it should not be what keeps me from dating again and finding love. This was the question I had as I thought about what my next step would be. I guess it is OK to still feel this way, and that it doesn't mean that I will not love again.
ReplyDeleteWow - that spoke to me today. As always, thanks, Michele.
ReplyDeleteI don't think that it ever loses the power but the incentive we have for allowing it to intrude fades until it provokes a different reaction all together.
ReplyDeleteI am not knocked down as much as I am simply amazed at how my life is so different and not at all where I ever imagined it would be ... and I don't mind. It's good.
This seems a right time to say that this blog has been a very good resource for my family and widowed mother. I have read the "readible" posts to her, translated in Romanian, and I am quite sure she felt a bit "better" knowing other youne people are going through similar feelings. Moreover, inspired by the communities that are created by such blogs, I have initiated a Romanian-speaking blog about the topic of mourning and I hope to help as many people as possible (although emotional intelligence is not something people really understand in Romania). So thank you very much for your work!
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