tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post3748002102450296694..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : MantraMichele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-88502812481400234952010-11-09T17:19:21.185-08:002010-11-09T17:19:21.185-08:00Were you watching me?? That is exactly how I have ...Were you watching me?? That is exactly how I have been living one day at at time for what seems a long time now. While my husband was very sick that was his mantra, and now it's mine, lots of deep breaths and one day at time. If the walls could talk - the walls of my car and my home - the safe zones where I let it all out, they'd have a glimpse of the pain and sorrow we are really going thru.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-49730102368121529592010-11-09T15:44:10.105-08:002010-11-09T15:44:10.105-08:00I agree with Megan .... I screamed and cried a lot...I agree with Megan .... I screamed and cried a lot in the car. I also think that sometimes, especially in the earlier days, even one day at a time is too big of a chunk to bite of. I had to go from one minute at a time, and then gradually lengthen it. But very, very gradually.<br />And it will get longer. I promise.Janinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00949809367923657970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-89998381965583023312010-11-09T08:57:25.445-08:002010-11-09T08:57:25.445-08:00my car is for screaming, on the way back from the ...my car is for screaming, on the way back from the farm, on the way back from the grocery store, on the way back from....<br />It's the place where I know I won't freak out the dog or the neighbors, and anyone driving past and happening to look could maybe just think I am singing really loud. Maybe.meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10064483599165161879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-75250008122894705912010-11-09T07:57:36.396-08:002010-11-09T07:57:36.396-08:00i had a long commute to work (nearly an hour)... i...i had a long commute to work (nearly an hour)... i too cried in the car everyday... not as often in the morning but most definitely on the way home. i think that being in the car is the one place where your thoughts are totally isolated from everything else going on in the world. crying on the ride home was also a relief from holding it together all day to get through work.Michèle Hastingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11346907762804197879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-7270583138220311992010-11-09T01:22:57.937-08:002010-11-09T01:22:57.937-08:00that happens to me too. I walk out the school gat...that happens to me too. I walk out the school gate (I'm a teacher) and BAM ... the tears come.<br /><br />I cut myself off from the world. I don't answer the phone unless I know who it is. I beg off social gatherings. My world has shrunk.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-81964752499411390152010-11-08T21:49:04.369-08:002010-11-08T21:49:04.369-08:00I have done the ame so many times. One day I tried...I have done the ame so many times. One day I tried listenig to a novel on CD and found I really had to pay attention and did not focus so much on the pain and lonliness. I have a hard time as I pull in the drive and hope against hope that he will be ther in the house just one minute when I go in--I can't accept that he isn't. We are a mess aren't we? HUGS!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-52422716141188255692010-11-08T18:59:11.793-08:002010-11-08T18:59:11.793-08:00Dan, I also for a while cried as soon as I got to ...Dan, I also for a while cried as soon as I got to the car. Working was good, but going home was the hardest, even with my two girls. I think this is what most often gets us- home. My does not feel the same and I know it never will, especially for our children. Yes, I could find another partner to make it feel less empty and alone, but I am not ready to to that with my children yet. It is different for them than it is for me. Yet, I am lonely and not quite ready for another partner to help make my house a home for me- a safe haven for me- as Dr. Phil would say a soft place to fall. We are that soft place for our children!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com