tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post7798549325181279725..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : That Which Is Not Here~Michele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-52593378374746081142014-04-02T15:02:12.570-07:002014-04-02T15:02:12.570-07:00Carol,
Its horrifying to me to speak of him in the...Carol,<br />Its horrifying to me to speak of him in the past tense. My mind can't grasp that its so and the words, when spoken aloud, send a jolt through me like an earthquake~Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00031874239296682781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-19283242458309285802014-04-02T15:00:46.845-07:002014-04-02T15:00:46.845-07:00Nothin' but love. always.Nothin' but love. always.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00031874239296682781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-48798746315570535052014-03-13T17:37:04.946-07:002014-03-13T17:37:04.946-07:00This post brings tears to my eyes. But then I'...This post brings tears to my eyes. But then I've been so weepy anyway these past few days. The life cycle is renewing all around me. Birds are starting to build nests in the backyard. Butterflies are flitting around. Deciduous trees are budding. And my one true love is not coming back in renewal. It's been a little more than 2 years now, and the emptiness and loneliness does not seem to get easier to live with, much less to understand and accept. Yes, it's as if he never existed, and worse, it's hard to talk about him in the past tense. <br />CarolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-86822580798598085932014-03-13T10:56:59.388-07:002014-03-13T10:56:59.388-07:00"It's as if he never existed"....I w..."It's as if he never existed"....I was shocked when I felt the depth of his "gone-ness"....like a black hole in the space of my existence. It was like our life together was all a dream, it vanished in that moment he died. It has been almost 4 years for me, and that feeling still comes up at times. And it shocks me each time I think that, because he LIVED and he lived happily and fully. Thank you for putting into words what I feel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-39891496608422027402014-03-12T19:28:43.310-07:002014-03-12T19:28:43.310-07:00My reference to "it's as if he never exis...My reference to "it's as if he never existed" relates more to those who no longer can say his name, or talk to me about him. It's like he wasn't even here, and I can't fathom how they can no longer speak of him. do they think I don't want to hear his name? I think of him constantly, every day, even after 4 years. Today especially, which would have been our 42nd year together. One friend acknowledged the date, one of those "soul sisters" that Cassie talked about. <br /><br />"Chuck died forever ago, or 10 months. Long ago and no time at all ago."<br />Time has a way of playing with us, I so understand. Some days it seems like he left me yesterday, other days the 4 years he's been gone seem like 40. I don't know how I've made it this far, I don't think I can go on. But somehow the sun comes up and I get out of bed, and continue. I'm hoping it gets easier, but so far not finding that it does.<br />Love it: nothin' but Love.Cathynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-11183432822049610182014-03-12T16:30:12.853-07:002014-03-12T16:30:12.853-07:00My heart reaches out to yours as you remember your...My heart reaches out to yours as you remember your husband, FANDL CY. That hole in the heart is filled with emptiness~Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00031874239296682781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-74277979802773354792014-03-12T16:29:04.500-07:002014-03-12T16:29:04.500-07:00Beautifully spoken, Mjay. I'm touched at the ...Beautifully spoken, Mjay. I'm touched at the responses to this particular blog. It makes me feel less alone in this thinking~Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00031874239296682781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-76344038801237675452014-03-12T16:28:01.519-07:002014-03-12T16:28:01.519-07:00And thank you for saying it in return, Maureen, le...And thank you for saying it in return, Maureen, letting me know that I'm not the only one. Why is it, do you suppose, that it feels like that?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00031874239296682781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-61692616632884071262014-03-12T12:23:06.186-07:002014-03-12T12:23:06.186-07:00A friend gave me this quote and it touched my soul...A friend gave me this quote and it touched my soul early in my grief and still does today. I too had a love beyond the depths of my dreams. This seems to summarize what you are describing as it did for me:<br />“This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?” <br />― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is IlluminatedMjayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10497341946686034149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-14431110877794651332014-03-12T11:43:44.797-07:002014-03-12T11:43:44.797-07:00You are so brave to use those words "its as i...You are so brave to use those words "its as if he never existed". I have felt that so often and beaten myself up so badly because I could not believe my mind could let me think that the man who created such a beautiful existence for me never existed at times in my after mind. Thank you for saying it. MaureenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-83834821299921710032014-03-12T10:28:27.833-07:002014-03-12T10:28:27.833-07:00So so touching and exactly express how I feel over...So so touching and exactly express how I feel over past 11 months until tomorrow. My love one passed away on April 13th last year, a week after yours. Yes, "they are here with us in their absence, day and night, through our every breath". No one be able to explain how presence and absence can both be real, but they are exactly how I feel, 24x7 hours..... painful, lonely and empty feelings like a big big hole in our soul, in our heart..... Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03730463127196379723noreply@blogger.com