Widows & Widowers Support Group
This community is dedicated to those who have lost a husband, wife, or partner. Anything is open for discussion here, with the hope that we can focus on grief, bereavement, life after loss, and continuing on after a great loss.
There are some widows on this site who lost their husband when their husbands were in either their 40s, 30s, 20s. So when do you think a fair time for us men to live to be is when you consider everyone?
Somehow you need to get to the point to where you are grateful for the time you did have with your husband.
Bob
Next, I am glad you brought up the "home movie" subject. I too have home movies of my husband. I think about watching a few, yet I am afraid to. I fear that I will brake down and cry, and won't be able to pick myself up. So I guess one could say, I am avoiding it. I will never throw them out, yet they sit in the closet collecting dust.
I often wondered what kind of effect watching movies would make on me. I am glad you shared your experience. Thanks.
I sure wish I had more of him.
It changes, and I know what Kara means - I am more aware of that, too.
I don't have any home movies of Cliff, I wish I did. I do have a tape of him playing guitar with a friend and they joke around between songs, so I do have that. But it took a long time before I could listen to it.
Photos affect different people in different ways. I could not look at any photos for about 4 months. It just demolished me. Then I wanted to look at photos and went through hell because I couldn't find our wedding photos - I was so distraught - and it was quite some time before I found them - in a spot I could swear I had looked a dozen times.
There have been points where I wondered if he really loved me or not - the things he did, the things he hid from me, etc. We had a tumultuous, extremely intense relationship. It wasn't all sunshine and roses (most marriages aren't!). I hit a real low point and then stumbled across our love letters to each other, cards, valentines, poems and songs he wrote to me. When it gets bad and I have doubts, I go back to those. Reading what he wrote is almost like hearing him again. It may make me cry, but it's a good cry, because I know he loved me and knew that I loved him (that was important too!).
I understand, and thank you for sharing.
Love and Hugs,
Martha