tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post99625095821268327..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : Grief is always in seasonMichele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-10701441448686631302012-10-15T15:58:58.880-07:002012-10-15T15:58:58.880-07:00What a great way to look at those difficult times ...What a great way to look at those difficult times - birthday, anniversary - as a way to remember the details of the love we shared with our spouses. To embrace that time. Up to this point, I've dreaded those days ... thinking more negatively about what is gone from my life rather than taking those special days to celebrate the love we shared. Thank you, Vee. I'll remember this when those difficult days come in November - Steve's birthday followed by our wedding anniversary the next day.Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-83136170706719121882012-10-11T21:15:35.745-07:002012-10-11T21:15:35.745-07:00This is only the second time you've done this....This is only the second time you've done this. I think we need more practice to make it seem like part of the natural rhythm of our lives, rather than something unnatural, unbelievable, and unbearable. All the wonderful things you have, while they give you support and things to be thankful for, don't change the size and shape of the thing you lost.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-27867622175858026802012-10-11T19:50:57.879-07:002012-10-11T19:50:57.879-07:00Thanks for your comment, Susan. It seems the momen...Thanks for your comment, Susan. It seems the moment you get through a big date on the calendar, another is right around the corner waiting for you. And then, when you think you get through em all, something mundane and ordinary knocks you over just as hard! Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05819788859577010155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-65358507178164996122012-10-11T19:48:28.916-07:002012-10-11T19:48:28.916-07:00Isn't it amazing how the smallest things, and ...Isn't it amazing how the smallest things, and the least expected things, seems to be the very things that spur grief on the hardest? Thanks you for sharing. Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05819788859577010155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-43232038992860357302012-10-11T19:47:07.403-07:002012-10-11T19:47:07.403-07:00Dear Anonymous,
Don't give up, keep seeking o...Dear Anonymous,<br /><br />Don't give up, keep seeking out resources like this and know that you are not alone. If you need someone to talk to, my email is veronking2003@yahoo.com. My prayers are with you.Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05819788859577010155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-91033854123941956272012-10-11T14:40:35.880-07:002012-10-11T14:40:35.880-07:00I am incredibly sad, remarkably angry, and really ...I am incredibly sad, remarkably angry, and really scared right now. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-41672187388024560132012-10-11T11:56:44.536-07:002012-10-11T11:56:44.536-07:00Thank you for this beautiful post. I just thought...Thank you for this beautiful post. I just thought this the other day. There's always a time, an occasion, a month or some random thing that happens and there he is. <br /><br />Fall sets me up for when he took sick in September, all the treatments and hospital stays in October. My birthday, our anniversary and Thanksgiving happen in the same week, Christmas. January Super Bowl,February is Daytona which he looked forward to (he was a NASCAR nut). He would start announcing, in January, how many days until Daytona (probably more so because I didn't care one whit). March we started getting our motorcycles ready to start riding in April. May is his birthday, June Father's Day and then the anniversary of his death. <br /><br />But the other day was no anniversary or remembrance time in particular but I woke up thinking, "It's been three years and I still can't get used to being without you." Later on that day I was going through our "storage" room. Most of this stuff is his and started throwing things around and said out loud, "Why did you leave me with all this crap?" Then I felt guilty. As if he would ever purposely burden me or not want to be here. I can be incredibly sad and then remarkably angry all in the same day. For no apparent reason. <br /><br />Grief is always in season. Susan Elliotthttp://ropeburns.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-25999520817957347292012-10-11T07:59:56.659-07:002012-10-11T07:59:56.659-07:00I love that - "grief is always in season"...I love that - "grief is always in season". There is always something that leads us back to them. I decided to plant some new bulbs this year. I bought them, fine. I spread them out where I wanted to plan them, fine. And then boom. For years I laboriously planted them by hand - took me hours and hours to work them into our hard soil. One day he shows up, says that's too hard, goes into the garage and emerges with a drill and an auger bit and we had those things done in 20 minutes. I had a mixture of fury and relief - how could he not have done that before! He simply said he knew how much I loved gardening and thought I was enjoying myself - and he loved watching me do it. He had suddenly realized how hard I was working and decided to help. Now, I can see all the years afterward when we simply did it together and laughed about the whole thing. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com