HAPPY WIDOWED VALENTINES DAY!
Yes, it’s that time again. Why don’t they have cards that say “I love you, but you’re dead”, or “Kiss Me! No, wait, don’t. You’re dead and that’s creepy.” Or “I cuddle with your Urn”, or “You Never Bring Me flowers, cuz you’re dead.”
Okay, so my sense of humor is warped, but this day of showing love through Wittman’s Chocolate Samplers and gas station flowers is kind of a joke in itself, isn’t it? And whether we celebrate it ourselves or not, most of us end up getting caught up in all the hype of what we should be doing, feeling, or having. And when your person is dead, it sure does make you feel like crap on this day, right?
So I say us widowed folks should be each other’s Valentine, and continue to show each other all of our love and friendship and support, by listening to each others love stories, pains, grief, and victories. However you are feeling today, it’s allowed and you should be celebrated and acknowledged. Use this space to share how you feel about this day, if you like. I admire each and every one of you who are reading this, because you are trying. You got up today and tried again, and I KNOW many of you didn’t much feel like it. I wish I could bring every one of you some flowers and one of those stupid balloons on a stick things. I do. But at the same time, I know that what we all have is way better. We have epic love stories to tell, and we have each other. I love my widowed community, and however you choose to see this day, know that your love matter and you matter, and you are loved. Go eat some really good chocolate.
