tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post4295793502485570883..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : What Remains ....Michele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-60125943499495351392013-05-02T18:52:23.749-07:002013-05-02T18:52:23.749-07:00Dear Girl, thank you for one of the most wonderful...Dear Girl, thank you for one of the most wonderful things I have ever read. Thank you for your photo. I hope you feel better. And I LOVED how you used 'clusterfuck', it was perfect.<br />I hope you feel better. I will pray for you. I hope that doesn't sound condescending, but there was a time that people prayed for me and I made it through, not on my time but on His, I guess. <br />Keep on going, keep writing and eating and using words like 'clusterfuck' when they fit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-19959169856141135352013-04-13T18:39:40.420-07:002013-04-13T18:39:40.420-07:00Kelley,
This is heartbreakingly familiar. I am sor...Kelley,<br />This is heartbreakingly familiar. I am sorry for your loss (x 2). Thank you for sharing so I can know I am not alone.<br />Hugs,<br />SheriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-26427927620988674842013-04-12T17:28:51.444-07:002013-04-12T17:28:51.444-07:00Dear girl,
Your openness took my breath away and y...Dear girl,<br />Your openness took my breath away and your ravishing pain leapt from the (proverbial) page.<br />Rose ~ from Ozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01908281749611280188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-75759649398545890282013-04-12T17:01:54.929-07:002013-04-12T17:01:54.929-07:00I too feel this but am afraid to say it out loud. ...I too feel this but am afraid to say it out loud. I try to stay positive, but this is the way I feel. Thank you for being so honest and forthcoming. It is hard to see in print what I feelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-48454477397565325152013-04-12T16:35:22.608-07:002013-04-12T16:35:22.608-07:00How did you do this? Put into word all that I am f...How did you do this? Put into word all that I am feeling! SAD, profound and beautiful!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-90255875386715430182013-04-12T11:18:44.526-07:002013-04-12T11:18:44.526-07:00Perfectly said. I also died and am still dead. The...Perfectly said. I also died and am still dead. The walking dead - just like that tv show. A zombie. It is 4 and 1/2 years and I still feel this way. I go to work, come home, exercise, go to bed, wake up - reluctantly, and do it again. No one wants to spend time with me except my 3 year old grandson. He keeps me going. And my son who is in grad school in NC - I keep going for him cuz he needs one normal parents ( my ex is his dad). I am 53 now. Can't find anyone to date or even go to a movie with. I do everything by myself. It's ok, I guess. I have no alternative. Life goes on? Not for me. This is not a life - it is only an existence. A recent study I read said that no matter how much one exercises or how sensibly one eats, that person can still die of loneliness. And death would be due to cardiac problems. Sounds like a broken heart to me.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-76048106573784741032013-04-12T10:55:16.724-07:002013-04-12T10:55:16.724-07:00Utterly honest is how you will always find Kelly L...Utterly honest is how you will always find Kelly Lynn. I feel privileged to read what she writes, it is how I feel but am afraid to say out loud to people. Even after several years. I just want to get out of here with as little pain as possible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-8672087337922831422013-04-12T10:20:29.702-07:002013-04-12T10:20:29.702-07:00Your words touch me deeply, and all of us who read...Your words touch me deeply, and all of us who read this I'm sure.<br /><br />It strikes me that when this girl that you once were was here, she just was there. You didn't create her by will, you didn't plan how she would be or with whom, you didn't try to find her. You had no idea she would come into existence. Nobody did.<br /><br />It strikes me that when you experienced the magic of meeting your husband it came out of the unknown in a similar way. <br /><br />You cannot find your way back to that girl. And you cannot find your way back to him, or the two of you. The impossibility of it is unbearable.<br /><br />And yet, in living with that impossibility, something else becomes possible. A different kind of joy, a different kind of freedom. Something that you cannot create, cannot plan, cannot know beforehand, cannot imagine yet. Halina Goldsteinhttp://halinagoldstein.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-1387996001326283312013-04-12T08:15:08.585-07:002013-04-12T08:15:08.585-07:00I must echo the statements of others! This is a mo...I must echo the statements of others! This is a moving piece and sums up my feelings and my current state of being perfectly. Thank you for sharing and God Bless.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-50718744188618110472013-04-12T08:11:00.621-07:002013-04-12T08:11:00.621-07:00Kelley, you blow me away. Absolutely amazing. Than...Kelley, you blow me away. Absolutely amazing. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-64713611881902151322013-04-12T07:48:58.006-07:002013-04-12T07:48:58.006-07:00Wow is right, I love this. You describe how I fee...Wow is right, I love this. You describe how I feel most of the time. Like I died and don't know who or where I am. You are a very talented writer. Thank you for sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-29127637650404954412013-04-12T05:57:34.716-07:002013-04-12T05:57:34.716-07:00You are a wonderful writer. Thank you for this. It...You are a wonderful writer. Thank you for this. It is so beautiful, and so devastating. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-2624800773402887112013-04-12T04:23:19.954-07:002013-04-12T04:23:19.954-07:00WOW. So well done! I love the back and forth bet...WOW. So well done! I love the back and forth between how your husband died and how you died. I feel the same way! And we have so many similarities dealing with "sudden death". Yuck! Tragedy changes someone. We have been changed. Thus why we don't know who we are. I long to know who I am. I am 57 years old figuring that out - didn't I already do that in my 20's? I find myself saying to a friend outloud - "I'll be there, whoever she is that day!" I hate losing him, I hate losing who I was. I can't even fill out a simple questionnaire that was given as part of a group exercise, bc I don't know how to fill in the blanks, do I fill in my responses of who I was, or who I am today - and I can't even fill in who I am today bc I don't know who that is. <br />This post is so good for me, I can't even figure out what paragraph I like best. I struggle with "creating a life for me". I have worked to move through my grief so hard, that there is little energy left. And my life has never been about me. It's always been about him, or us, or the kids.....how the heck would I ever know "what do I want?"<br />A friend shared early after my Marty's death that she didn't think it was necessarily finding my new life; but rather, to keep on doing what I'm doing and trying new things and one day I will look around and see that my life has found me! I liked that. It brings me comfort to just be still and quit striving. At times, I can find pieces of "rest" there. <br />I really, really like what you've wrote. Thank you.Mjayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10497341946686034149noreply@blogger.com