Widows & Widowers Support Group
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kimmyewing
Just wanted to ask maybe some of the widows out there if they have had to move out of the home they shared with their husband and how they went about it. I have about a month left in what I thought was going to be my "forever" home with Ryan and I am dreading the day I will leave and not come back. Not only are the next owners basically going to rip it apart and take every touch Ryan added to it out but I am also leaving on a bad note. I know it's what I need to do to try to even get started on my path thru the grief, so far all I feel like I have been doing is looking for a new place to stay and then once one was purchased worried about packing an entire house and making all the arrangements for the new house, but it still almost sends me into a panic attack every time I think about walking out of that door for forever. Just trying to figure out a new deck that will need to be built is difficult. Who do I ask, what supplies do I need, I have no tools. And sure I have brothers and brother-in-laws, and Uncles and until recently I thought I could count on my father-in-law but I just keep going back to the fact that this is something Ryan would have handled and I wouldn't even have to worry about it... it would just get done. It's such a large undertaking and responsibility for someone to do themselves. I know I am an adult but I have always "lived" with someone else that took care of me, I went from my mother's house, to my sister's house where she did everything to Ryan's house. I don't know if I know how to be an adult yet:(
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For instance, do you need to decide about the new deck right away? Maybe that can wait a little longer. Are you planning to have family build the deck with you, or a contractor (I think Hope Depot and similar stores will do these jobs) and if it's a contractor, they would be expected to use their own tools. They would probably purchase the building supplies as well and pass along the charges to you.
I am sorry you have to move. I hope the stress level around that becomes more manageable for you. And remember that you take your memories (and photos?) with you. Best wishes, Alice
Hugs,
Jean
Angie's List is a great place to hire help. Read the reviews, get a few estimates and hire the person you feel most comfortable with. I got estimates for work from Home Depot and found someone who completed the same job for thousands less.
Anyway, you definitely need to be reaching out to whoever you have there for hands-on support. Be clear with them that you are still very much in the throes of the grief and know you need the help. If you have to, pay for help. Seriously.
As far as the house and all the little touches here and there -- take a ton of photos. Anything you have to get rid of, take photos. I basically had to sell, donate, give away, or toss all the evidences of our 30 years together. It was a terrible process, but necessary. Anything with any emotional content I photographed - like Cliff's guitars that I sold. Huge emotional weight those guitars....
Allow yourself ridiculous mementoes. You have a right to them. You have a right to be good to yourself. Some of the things I saved from our home may seem ridiculous to others, but they bring me comfort. I kept his guitar picks, for instance, and some of the small knick-knacks he kept on his computer desk. I have some of his letters and cards, and a few books, especially the ones he used to read to me when I had trouble sleeping. I still have his wedding shirt, which I sewed by hand (I didn't own a machine that year!). I have a right to some of my own history, not just his. So do you.
Hopefully, you do not have to do the same kind of complete clearing that I had to do. Will you be able to take things with you??
Hang in there, you can get through this. And I hope that b***hy SIL has her lack of kindness come back to haunt her someday. Karma they call that.....
Love and Hugs,
Martha
I have no family here, bar my daughter who was grieving and could not help. So what I did was make extensive lists of what to do - I found it helped. Because I moved in premises half the size of my old house, I had to get rid of many things. I donated most things. I did it all alone, it was very hard but because at the time I was in some kind of "foggy" state of mind, it actually was some kind of buffer. I do admit that I made mistakes as to the disposal of our belongings (we were married 40 years) and now I sometimes regret having disposed of certain things, but they were only things. I kept my bedroom furniture but for the rest, I acquired new furniture. I kept all our artwork and meaningful possessions, the rest was disposed of.
I, too, went from my father's house to set up a home with my husband and I relied totally on my husband for all house and DIY matters. A bit of a shock. I have no male relative nearby at all so I rely on professional help.
Just do one thing at the time, things that can wait, can wait. Be kind to yourself, take time to grieve. Over two years on now, I know that moving has help me in the long run. There was my before life and now my now life,
I wish you courage, resilience and send you some hugs from across the seas.