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.
Hugs, Sandi
I had a friend tell me to write a list in my grief journal of all the God things -that he had done for me, I for him, we together. At first I couldn't think about anything at all. Little by little i remembered. And remembering all I had done in the last years, under very stressful circumstances, helped me forgive myself for any wrongs.
Then I had the reality dream.
We were arguing over nothing, and he was being a complete d@@khead about nothing, and pitched a childish trantrum and stormed off.
I woke up from that one and thought, "Oh yeah, I was married to a man, not a saint....."
We had a real life marriage, and you did, too. With real love, and real flaws, and real arguments, and real joys, and all the rest of it. And deep down inside, you probably know that your husband wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He loved you for the real person you are. And he died knowing you loved him through it all, and that is what really matters. You loved him. He loved you.
Please don't beat yourself up over it all. We all do it from time-to-time, it's normal, but it accomplishes nothing positive, and I sincerely doubt that he would want you to feel this way. The point of marriage is not to be perfect but to be loving, and you were definitely that!
Wishing you better days ahead....
Love and Hugs,
Martha
Hugs,
Val
PS: But this did not happen overnight! Be kind to yourself and give yourself time.
I knew as my husband was dying that there were many unresolved issues that we should be talking about--but he was dying. How could I bring them up? I waited and waited and waited for him to open the subject.....but he never did. I went through a year and a half of hell after he died, hating what was being rerun in my mind over and over again. I went to a counselor and she helped tremendously, helping me to understand the type of person that my husband was. Finally one day, the weight lifted and the agony subsided. I had prayed for it to end in large part because I didn't want Jake to see my pain and be wounded by it. I had to accept that, like Martha said, I was married to a human, and even though most people thought he was a saint, he had as many flaws as I did!
I am just now starting to remember the good times and have come to realize that our times of happiness came primarily from working together as Christians in ministry. I know now that that is where I am going to find peace again.