After three-and-a-half years, I can cope with most days. Some days are sad. Some days are just part of the grey melange I seem to be constantly wading through. Some days are good (not great – nothing is great). And some days I am Just Furious. But I don’t know where to direct this fury…I am furious that my life is not what I worked so hard…
Two Years
March 1 will mark 2 years since my beautiful life ended.The life I loved.The life where my best friend did everything with me.The life where beautiful things were abundant and not edged with sadness. The life where I felt safe and loved and content and happy.Two years since that awful day. Last year, there were lots of people around me on that…
Judgements
can’t believe she’s staying in that big house. Surely she’d be better to move to something smaller without all those memories.I can’t believe she won’t write in that journal I gave her. She should write her memories down. You’d think she owes Greg that much. (I do write them down … but not to share in that journal).Why isn’t she dating? She’s…
Grief Vs Depression
I have been involved in an argument on facebook about “grief” this afternoon (very mature, I know – there were some classic lines that I should send Supa for “shit-people-say-to-widows”).But it actually turned out to be a misunderstanding where the other person had confused grief with depression.To me, grief is something that I live with…
Candle-light
I was blind-sided by grief a few times yesterday…..that intense feeling that someone is missing…..that subconscious lightening in my heart when I thought I caught a glimpse of him in the shed before I remembered…..looking at my kids who aren’t supposed to be growing up without their Daddy.I was tired and feeling overwhelmed at the amount of…
2 down, 48 to go…
Christmases without Greg, that is. Given my long-lived female relatives, I know I can expect to see the age of 90 if not 100 years old. (Longevity seems to be a heritable trait in my family … as does early widowhood.) Which means 48 more Christmases to endure even with the more conservative estimate…. …and I don’t want to do another single…
Things I don’t miss about Christmas
Warning – my brand of humour follows. I think I’m funny. You may disagree. I feel short-changed. For years, we would debate about whose family home we would spend Christmas in. …. my parent’s home with their clean, relatively modern furniture, good food, great company and pleasant atmosphere … or with his large, loud, argumentative family…
That look.
You know the one. The one that your spouse would give you and you’d feel that strong connection like a bolt to your heart. I miss getting that look. That very first shy grin when we met … and instantly, we both felt that zing of one soul recognising another. The glowing face that was a result of just looking at me. Greg would just beam at me in…
Wake me up when December ends
It’s December 1, 2011. I bought a new car today. My very first new car ever. The very first car I have bought all by myself. Something bright and shiny and new to replace the old and falling apart, frustrating and faded. I should feel happy. But I don’t.I am gripped by the worst grief I have felt in months. “A new car – you are so lucky”…
I am strong.
I am strong. I am incredibly strong. I never knew how strong Before. I wonder how I survived those first few minutes of knowing, those first few hours of screaming, that first night, week, month, year. But I did. …and so I know I am made of strong stuff. I know it’s true because I am still here, raising two children, finding joy where I can get…
I am not alone (why I am glad I blog)
I’m sitting here, calmly typing this and it’s been 622 days since my husband died. I know exactly how many days because of my regular blog. But to think that I can type this without tears would have been unthinkable a year ago. I began writing about my pain just over a month after the accident. I blogged everything because I knew I’d always be able…
“Kevin”
Kevin was a fictional character on the award-winning Australian television series “Sea Change”. Kevin ran the local caravan park and on the surface, he appeared to be a fairly one-dimensional character – a gullible, but honest single-father doing the best he could on minimum wage and abilities. ….. but doing it with an air of a man who…