tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post7926592937432091410..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : Imaginary FriendMichele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-59242534888845845612013-04-03T16:09:03.295-07:002013-04-03T16:09:03.295-07:00Yes. I know this too well.
X AmandaYes. I know this too well. <br />X AmandaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-57504164778083546772013-04-03T13:43:47.256-07:002013-04-03T13:43:47.256-07:00It is so nice to know that I am not alone, I talk ...It is so nice to know that I am not alone, I talk to my husband all the time. I find myself chattering away just like he is sitting or standing next to me, then I realize that I am pretty much talking to myself and wonder if I'm loosing my mind. <br /><br />I also write to him, I have written to him every night for the past 33 weeks. Sometimes I feel that I won't anything to say but once I get through the first paragraph the rest just comes pouring out. I miss him, more than anyone could ever understand.Earlenenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-76241306540869002932013-04-01T00:14:36.477-07:002013-04-01T00:14:36.477-07:00I have been doing this more and more as I put more...I have been doing this more and more as I put more distance from Linda's death. I read this and I cried through the whole thing. Related totally. I will now not worry about how I look when I'm talking to her. her name was Linda Louise and I don't think she ever liked her middle name. Now I find myself calling her Linda Lou and it kind of freaked me out when I saw someone in the chat room that had a similar name. All I know is it feels good when I talk to her that way and I know she understands it is my new pet name for her. Never had one before. Hang in there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-30051555801321237222013-03-31T16:19:03.997-07:002013-03-31T16:19:03.997-07:00Mostly I talk in my head to him, but I think I am ...Mostly I talk in my head to him, but I think I am going to try doing it out loud. Then the silence in my house wouldn't be so deafening. Thank you for sharing your thoughtsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-71071666610192697392013-03-31T15:35:32.923-07:002013-03-31T15:35:32.923-07:00I am realizing that it is very difficult to be in ...I am realizing that it is very difficult to be in love with a dead man. For the very reasons you cite above; but more, for me, because love is not given or received. Hate this!Mjayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10497341946686034149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-73355051400435075462013-03-31T09:42:18.546-07:002013-03-31T09:42:18.546-07:00It's been almost 4mths since my husband passed...It's been almost 4mths since my husband passed away<br />and I find my self doing the same thing. Thank God I find out I am not alone.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-18696762629997772792013-03-31T08:06:01.313-07:002013-03-31T08:06:01.313-07:00I'm talking to him now, as I write this. I d...I'm talking to him now, as I write this. I don't know,if anyone asked, I'd say I'm still married to him. Maybe it will change as more time passes, but for now, it makes me feel a little bit better. I do have to be careful about doing it in public - living alone, I talk to him all day long and sometimes "slip" out in the real world. Screw it. I'm fine with being that kooky lady - they'd be more concerned if I was sobbing and wearing my pain on my sleeve instead of chatting to a dead guy. Whatever works to keep us going and not in abject misery is good enough for me and better be good enough for anyone else. Hell hath no fury like a pissed off widow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-90612953786535516392013-03-31T07:01:35.627-07:002013-03-31T07:01:35.627-07:00Same! I write to my husband constantly. I like how...Same! I write to my husband constantly. I like how you've described him as your imaginary friend. I never thought of it that way, but it is true. And just last night I had a nightmare and woke up wishing I could be comforted by his arms and his love...but nothing is there anymore.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-39681189436155602662013-03-31T04:33:52.108-07:002013-03-31T04:33:52.108-07:00EXACTLY ...........I think you might be me in a pa...EXACTLY ...........I think you might be me in a parallel universe lolChange of Planshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14337718031439823233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-30918179513010334772013-03-31T01:35:46.273-07:002013-03-31T01:35:46.273-07:00I understand.... and you're not crazy. You'...I understand.... and you're not crazy. You're just dealing with this very difficult transition in your own way.<br /><br />Perhaps it's time to try this:<br /><br />Write to your husband in a journal, in a similar way that you do now, just in writing instead.<br /><br />Then read what you've written and write back to yourself. Or just write on from there.<br /><br />Just a suggestion...<br /><br />Many warm greetings -<br /><br />HalinaHalina Goldsteinhttp://halinagoldstein.com/blognoreply@blogger.com