I have just read posts from two respected members of this community about positivity. I would reply to those posts but the thread was closed - yet again for people turning on other members - open again now but the heated discussion continues. There is no place on this forum for aggression or lectures - one of the reasons I stepped away a while ago. But like many I return yet again for I relate to so many of you and if I can offer something of use to others who have lost their beloved partners and maybe a little hope for I lost my wonderful husband over 17 months ago. So my grief is still fresh but no longer raw. I appreciate that not everyone will resonate with me - but I took a lot of comfort from other posters in my early days of grief- especially those alluding to a little light at the end of the tunnel. I know I will always miss and love my husband and I have many moments of sadness but also am so grateful for the wonderful 40 years I had with Gary and am so fortunate that my two adult children are there for me all the time - and who share his sense of humour. So there is still laughter in my life and I know I am precious to them as they are to me.
I was going to write a poem - but I know he would have laughed for laughter was the music that accompanied us throughout our lives together. So to me it is important that we still laugh when we remember the special person he is (not was - is) for he still lights up our lives with his sense of humour.
Things are just things - but so many bring back memories - some really hurt but some are bitter sweet.
The noise of the hairdryer - cocooned in the sound I can cry alone unheard by those who care
But it makes me smile as he called it the noise gun on the mornings he could stay in bed.
The battle over the family lunch - who he would ask made the best roast potatoes?
But now he is missing from the table they just don’t taste the same and they never will - where is the fun when you are the only one in the competition? But feeding the ones we hold dear is a demonstration of love and care.
His coat hanging on the stand in the hall looking as it always did but empty and forlorn
Like my life is without him - pockets empty of coins. The only thing in the inside pocket a stone given to him on a beach many years ago by his little princess.
Tackling a spider without his size 9 in hand - nothing like a man’s shoe in defence
He would not have helped much - just handed me the shoe with a shrug of his shoulders!
The end of the sofa that was his - how did he manage to squash the cushions like that - vacant now, but what would I do to have him there holding tight to the remote control - it is a man’s prerogative you know.
The photo where he is smiling into the camera breaks my heart - for I will never again see him sitting in his favourite spot by the harbour on a sunny day - enjoying a beer and listening to the live music - which was his skill for he could make a guitar talk.
The news I need to share with him about the triumphs of the day - how the children are doing
The pride he would express to the point it would embarrass them. So I pray he knows how much they love and miss him - just like me. For he loved and cherished us and made us the centre of his world - and now our world is not the same .
We laugh - we laugh a lot - but not in the same way - he was the main man - the joker the one with the quickest wit.
The way my eyes fill with tears when I take two coffee cups out of the cupboard -
then have to put one back - but I will use his for it seems right - and I clasp it that little bit tighter and remember the copious amounts of tea he could drink.
The emotion I feel buttering a toasted teacake as I recall the last time we shared one with a cup of coffee in Tescos while we waited for the RAC - and he cursed the car for breaking down.
How I look at the crane at the end of the car park - which he would use to get his bearings
For he could get lost in a paper bag - and how when the children were younger we used to sing that song ‘I am the wanderer ‘ when he made it back to the car eventually.
His special name for me - no one ever has or ever will call me that - it was his name and his alone - Now I just answer to the boring one that every knows
My heart still hurts with missing him and I believe it always will - that feeling in your chest, a strange pain as if you cannot catch your breath - It is a hollow feeling that nothing will fill but where it was there all the time at the beginning there are days now when it has faded.
So many memories, so many silly things that trigger my tears.
Things that really are only special to me.
The wish, the hope I have got it all wrong and he is having a crafty nap upstairs.
For despite the reminders that happen every day and still hurt I am learning to live without him
I draw comfort from talking and listening to others - for it deflects my pain.
He always used to tease me for taking the part of the underdog
But there are so many kind gentle people who care.
They are not there all the time but they are there
Beautiful things lift the soul - as does a kind deed or word. I hope that sometimes my words help others. For they say to give is better than to receive - and I hope that will be my mantra. I know he would approve for he was a kind generous man who cared about those who have nothing - he would always give not just money but a few words or time.
Our home was always open house - full of love and people, waifs and strays. Not a big house but a house in which our love extended to others. One of the nicest things a friend said was I want a house just like this one where you can feel the love in the walls. How nice was that. Sadly that person died when he was very young and never got his wish.
There will never be another in my life - but I take the feather that floated down in front of me a few moments ago and say thank you love - for I feel him close . I know that he would be so sad if he thought I was sad for I know he feels guilty for leaving me. So for him I will make the best of things and cherish our children, the lovely house we had and those special memories and try and make something of my life for him. For I have loved him and will love him forever.
With apologies for the essay. I write as if I am talking - and you would have to ask him how good I was at that !!
Take care all xx