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In 2007, I began my original website, Sonshine's Haven. In 2007, it was turned into a blog and used to keep family updated on my first husband's fight with liver cancer. He passed away November of 2009. We were married for 34+ wonderful years and this journals some of that grief process I've gone through.
I have since remarried another widower, but Mike is missed dearly, and will always be a big part of my life.
At times, all of us will be called to act as witnesses to the suffering of another. We will be unable to affect the outcome physically. Words will fail us. Prayer will seem futile. And yet, the act of bearing witness to someone else's trials is a sacred sorrow that offers and astounding glimpse of eternal joy." by Ginger Garrett
"Being willing to stay with a loved one throughout their travail, can be difficult....YES! But offering yourselves as faithful companions on a dark and dreadful journey can be an unmeasured blessing." (paraphrased by me)
3.28.2010
So next..I tried to free up a little closet space and I considered moving some of Mike's clothes that were new, that I thought others might be able to use. So several pieces hung on my bathroom door....and I looked at them for days. Everytime I passed them I would put them to my nose to see if I could smell Mike on them, and was disappointed each time. So when I was certain about this, I put them in the laundry and washed them. And I offered them to people...with the condition they were to give them back to me if they didn't want them. Why....I don't know. I guess incase Mike returned! Nothing I do makes very good sense to me right now.
I really do feel I'm losing my mind at times. My life feels so upside down, it is paralyzing me, and almost rendering me useless. I think I'm striving so hard to try and put my life back together, that it's either too soon, or nothing is feeling the same. I'm completely frustrated. I do a little bit of this and that...then end up stopping feeling befuddled. I pray this is only a temporary problem.
I know part of my problem has been exhaustion. I have been fighting a virus for two weeks now, and with the added stress of losing Mike's mom this week, I haven't been myself. I've been a mess!
My one appointment in April, has been increased to two now, so that's on my mind as well. I'm just not use to handling so much at one time. Mike always spoiled me and lifted that burden. He was my caregiver, and I thrived on his enthusiasm and zest for life. He shielded and protected me. He was my biggest cheerleader, and his love gave me instant energy. I miss him more than words could ever describe.
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