Thank you for asking @SadGirlfriend and apologies for my delay in replying, work got in the way…
Yes, I did enjoy the evening overall, tinged with moment when you want to make a comment to or see a smile from, the one person who always was, but now can’t be there
This is very encouraging. Music has so much power to stir emotions and has always been a big part of our lives . I too have tickets booked for next year and have no idea how I will feel seeing the bands without my husband at my side. Hopefully I will be brave enough. My son will be hosting several things at Comic-Con this weekend. I have never been to see him interviewing people before and I think it may be something I could do to lift my mood that has no memories to haunt me. Also no chance of bumping into people I know. However it will be only 3 weeks since I lost my husband and I worry it’s too soon, am I mad?. I wont be going alone but still feeling very nervous. Confidence is low, but really want to feel proud of myself and feel pride in my son.
It’s been almost 2 years and yes, I tell myself: life goes on. We don’t move on…
I always think, what would he say? I have good days and not so good days (I don’t like to say bad days); it gives a more positive outlook on life and helps me to focus on happy memories and be grateful for what I still have.
Dont feel bad about living your life. My husband would have wanted me to go to the shows we had booked, talked about and looked forward to. My daughter has been my +1, my prop, my shoulder to lean on. We have helped each other, her Dad, my Husband — we both lost someone very dear to us. We are carrying on with our lives knowing we are doing what we should. Bill would have been annoyed with us both had we cancelled anything. It doesn’t mean its easy, we are just doing what he would expect us to do and he would say the tears are not for him they are for us.
This is so true. My 2 daughters have been my prop . We all 3 are in shock and disbelief at losing the person we loved so much and who guided us as a family.
We are adrift after 8 weeks of hell but trying to make sure each of us us well supported. We know my husband and their dad would not want us to be like this and would want us to smile and to feel joy. Music is such a joy it is a big part of our lives and if I had tickets id go for it
Take care. Heartsand x
I’ve just caught up with this thread so sorry if I’m a bit late to the party.
I lost my husband unexpectedly just over four months ago to cancer (he’d had a new knee fitted the week before) and have been floundering around ever since. Having been suddenly widowed before this (heart attack playing football) when I was in my 30s leaving me with a 6 yr old I told myself this time around (now 65) I’d meet grief head on, and get back into living asap, so in this short period I’ve been to several gigs and even abroad, all with very kind friends (I’m not good at doing things on my own). But …. I’ve now hit a wall and lost all my oomph. Cruse say apparently I’ve not sat with my grief for long enough. I want to be that phoenix rising from the ashes, I really do, and these posts make me feel maybe that’s achievable (thank you Willow112) but I’ve lost my positive mindset …. can anyone give me a kick up the backside please? X
I think we all try and run away from our grief. I know I am. Less then 4 weeks for me but cleaning and sorting, walking and seeing people, all just trying to keep busy and stop confronting what has happened. Every now and then it just hits me and I come crashing down. Be kind to yourself, you will get your oomph back and you will be back on form when you are ready. Maybe more of a quiet coffee with a friend who will listen rather then the big things to get you moving. Putting on a face can be exhausting in itself, we all do it. It in these 4 short weeks I have learn’t that the healing process isn’t linear. I’m up and down like a tarts knickers.
As a fellow second-timer, you have got this, my friend. We did it once, we will do it again. My first husband died whilst out running, it was a cardiac arrest. I was 48. My second husband died 5 months ago, another cardiac arrest, this time lying in the bed next to me. Now I am 68.
So much for lightning not striking twice in the same place.
Life sucks sometimes.
I would give you a kick up the bum but I fell over and broke my hip last week. I do, however, have some shiny new crutches, I can give you a nudge/poke with one of them?
I think that grief can be cumulative, I find myself grieving for both of my husbands, I loved them both very much. It also feels very unfair having to do it all again. But we came through it last time.
Hang on in there, my friend. We will get there - again!
Xx
Thank you Willow…, I’ve spotted your name here and there in relation to various spangly items of attire and copious amounts of chocolate cake (lovingly made with your daughter) and I’m always amazed at how upbeat you are - you’ve made me chuckle (with your sidekick Ron) over the darkest and bleakest of days and here you are again with your new crutches offering me support/a poke just when I needed it most. You’re a real inspiration! Onwards and upwards is the only way! Xx
I look forward to your posts - we’re all miserable in a dark tunnel and you both provide a little light shining in the gloom despite your own sorrow. Keep taking it on the chin Ron, us ladies love it! Xx