Hello
I’ve posted so many times recently in different topics, but as background/for context, my partner of 20 years passed away from cancer in July, age 59. An aggressive type. He was diagnosed last summer, had a tumour removed, chemo, major surgery earlier this year, got the all clear which crossed with a separate letter saying it had returned.
I questioned myself, and the quiet space around me today, whether I should just let go and say goodbye. I asked ‘what do I want?’ Even if there was a sign he was with me now, what can we do together? He can’t hold me, talk to me; we can’t go out for a meal, shopping, holiday. I have his ashes. When our dog passed, just before his op, he said the ashes stay with us. I assume he would intend the same for his ashes. My son says they stay with us.
Do I stop this madness of talking to him, asking if he’s here? Looking for robins, anything. It helped at first, but today I wonder.
It has been a hard day. I had a hospital appointment, not really thinking about the address. As I drew up I had a massive panic / grief attack. Fell to bits. It was near the unit where he had the tumour removed, I visualised where I dropped him off, and collected him. I wasn’t allowed in. No-one from the hospital helped him down the stairs, or with his bag, late at night.
We had no idea how serious it all was. Nor of course how the next 10 months would pan out.
No-one can really help with how I feel. Yes, his love is still with me and time will gradually make triggers less impactful, but I’m going to have to stop this imagining he is here.
Does anyone else feel the same? Feel a bit mad with grief, knowing really that it’s not madness in itself but a complete ignorance of beliefs, what we are supposed to believe, do, how to react? Would it be easier to just accept death as a complete end, no afterlife, or ever feeling them around us. I do believe we’ll meet again, but it’s this limbo feeling that’s driving me to question what it’s all about.