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.
I'm 55. Got grey hair. Can join a senior group. Can get the senior discount. Two years ago, before my husband died, pretty much everyone would have agreed that a good portion of my life was behind me. No one would have called me young, not even in the darkest room. Then my husband died, and what the heck, suddenly I'm young. I found this out right after my husband passed when a woman told me, "you're still young. You'll marry again." Boy am I tired of that one. and the one where they tell you that you're too young not to date.
Then there was that time in the store after I told the store clerk what had happened. First thing she said--"He was so young." My husband was six years older than me.
And then there are tons of people who tell me that I'm so young to be a widow.
So, there it is. The key to youth has nothing to do with face lifts and jars of expensive cream. It's losing a spouse. Then suddenly people think you've got your whole life ahead of you, picturing you out dancing up a storm in celebration of your newly single existence.
Then there was that time in the store after I told the store clerk what had happened. First thing she said--"He was so young." My husband was six years older than me.
And then there are tons of people who tell me that I'm so young to be a widow.
So, there it is. The key to youth has nothing to do with face lifts and jars of expensive cream. It's losing a spouse. Then suddenly people think you've got your whole life ahead of you, picturing you out dancing up a storm in celebration of your newly single existence.
I, too, am a "young" widow at 50 now, and sick of being told how young I am. Yes, I dye my hair, just not confident enough to be as gray as I am. I have started wearing my makeup again, because I just can't stand seeing my haggard self in the mirror any longer. I'm pretending I am 50 going on 38. Why 38? Because I really enjoyed being 38.....but then I remember how safe, secure, loved and warm I felt when I was 38 and then I brought back to reality. So I guess I'll just continue my "young" wild and crazy ways of spending my nights in front of the computer, a book or the television, with my spoiled rotten pooch.
Hugs & smiles to all,
Cathy
I stayed single until my late 30's and then met the love of my life, Jerry, who is still the love of my life. Carla, I so agree with you that "he will be my last."
Cathy mentioned how she feels like 38 and enjoyed being 38. I can
really relate to the wonderful age of 38 because that is when I met Jerry in Chicago while waiting for a bus to the commuter train. Just thinking about that time now brings back a lot of warm and loving memories - yes, 38 was a wonderful year!!