tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post4484676435593350969..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : EasyMichele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-77465075521153196202011-08-08T21:36:35.758-07:002011-08-08T21:36:35.758-07:00Thank you Taryn. It's comforting to know that...Thank you Taryn. It's comforting to know that the future someday will hold more "easy."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-60688676032319355962011-07-17T06:03:23.880-07:002011-07-17T06:03:23.880-07:00Taryn thank you for this.
At nine months out, thos...Taryn thank you for this.<br />At nine months out, those moments are brief but I see them. I used to find they were followed by immense guilt and new grief. But now I take them because wisdom and time has taught me that the big grief, the terrible can't leave the house grief, it still finds me. So if I have a moment of relief from that I no longer feel guilty I remind myself they are small moments of relief from pain and my body and my heart needs that too. <br />Yes, it is strength. It is the way forward. <br />It is Sunday morning and I was laying in bed thinking of all the years of Sunday mornings when my husband was alive. Our early drives in the country, talking and laughing, drinking our coffee and making new dreams for the future. I was laying there and feeling that weight of "alone". I looked at his pictures on my iphone. I tried to remember what it felt like to make love early in the morning. I listened for his voice and laugh. <br />Then, I got out of bed because all of those things are lost to me now and I must find a way forward.<br />So I come here.<br />It helps.<br />Thank youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-82905513498555326072011-07-16T18:50:48.033-07:002011-07-16T18:50:48.033-07:00Sometimes I have moments where I think things aren...Sometimes I have moments where I think things aren't too bad. That I'm going to be OK. It's not as hard as I've been imagining.<br /><br />Then I hear a song that instantly takes me back and my heart is breaking all over again. Or something else has broken down. Or I'm arguing with our son. Or I'm just tired of being the only one left of 'us'.<br /><br />And I try. I try to to envision our love as eternal and everlasting and it brings me some peace again, but it's hard to get there.Valeriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04512708135377541004noreply@blogger.com