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Sunday, September 11, 2022

Grief at 4 months…

My life changed on May 15, 2022 in every conceivable way. My husband, life mate, partner in everything went home to be with our Lord. Eight weeks prior I had days that I feared I was losing him and then days I thought I'd be bringing him home. Never sure under what conditions that homecoming would occur, but still optimistic. Mostly I prayed for His will be done and for us to have the strength and wisdom to adjust to whatever that looked like. I never believed, and still dont, that I should pray for his healing. I believe the book of life is already completed and all things happen as He means for them to happen. So I ask for strength and wisdom and ability to accept. I received a most peaceful feeling for days after he left me; wrapped in the Grace of God, no doubt. I was relieved that his pain was over. That he was at peace and surrounded by so many lost loved ones that we shared. I was jealous. I do not believe I get to choose my last day on earth, but to be honest, I did tell God, "my bags are packed and I'm ready when you call me." I am sitting here now, wondering why I am still here. Really! I mean, my reason for everything I did for the last 40 years, besides being Momma's back-up for anything she needed, is gone. Yes, I have amazing kids and friends and my furbabies, but they have all survived our loss and basically are doing okay. Their lives have not changed except they miss him. They always will, as I will. As I still, 8 years later, miss Momma. They are not, however, living alone. Every day, alone at days begining and ending. People in between to pass time. To laugh with and be normal. That is great, really great. These people are my saving graces. Nothing in my daily life is really right anymore. It's all very different and though not horrible, it's not right. I'm not right. I'm unstable, at best. I feel like my only comfort is found alone at what is now, "my" home. Comfort, but also a deep sense of loss. Loss of the life I loved. The "key" to that life, it seems, wasn't the community, the friends, the weather...we thought it was. The "key" was "US" and this "house" which we made our own. That's what made my life so good. That is gone. It's now my house and my life. I have to find a way for all of this to be right, to be normal. I adopted a kitten, just short of a year old, he turned one in August. I still have special needs, psychotic Beary who doesnt like me particularly, but does need the care I give him. They are very good for me and I'm very happy to have them in my home. I would be lost without my furbabies, for sure. So thank you Lord for leading me to those decisions at the time. I love my babies. My future? I only know that I will do what needs to be done, one way or the other. I will continue to move forward, as best I can and I will continue to try to make Mike proud of my progress moving on with what time I have left. I will continue to try to be a kinder person every day. I will try to be less self-concerned and more about those I might be able to help in some way. That is pretty much where I am four months into my grieving process.

11 comments:

  1. ❤️๐Ÿ’š❤️

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    1. Ty. You can sign your name here!

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  2. I am thinking that you are here to help us understand grief in a very real way ๐Ÿ’”

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    1. I love this thought. Thank you.

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    1. If you sign here, I’m sure I will know that I love I 2

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  4. Love you ❤️ is me. Chele. Not anonymous...lol.

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  5. Praying that your days will get easier as time goes on ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™❤️❤️

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  6. Jo, it's Kat. This is the most beautiful and heart wrenching post yet. You have such a beautiful way of putting into words just what so many people are feeling. I can't even imagine what you are going through but do know it would be the same for me if anything happened to Kenneth. Please know we love you and keep you close in our hearts always.

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  7. Hi, Jo, it is Amy. I have no experience to offer, really. But I have an ear, and, as I listen, I learn. As I watch, I also learn. Just by being, you are teaching and leading. While you didn’t ask for the job, you are doing it beautifully. Love and strength to you always. ๐Ÿ’š

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  8. My heart is with you, Jo. I believe you sharing your grief will help you and others who are trying to process a life without a loved one. I hope you continue to share your journey through your writing.
    -Trish

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