Information

Bereaved Spouses

A continutaion of the "When a Spouse or Partner Dies" thread.

Members: 1326
Latest Conversations: 16 hours ago

This might be a rough time for many of you. Do what you feel you need to do to get through it. Remember, someone is here almost all the time to talk to you.

Peace

Discussion Forum

My love is gone...

Started by Chris Sky. Last reply by Mary. Jane Jul 1. 13 Replies

I used to love long week ends.

Started by Sandfly. Last reply by Marsha H Jun 6. 2 Replies

Comment Wall

Comment

You need to be a member of Bereaved Spouses to add comments!

Comment by Chicago Beard on Tuesday

Good one Marsha!

Comment by Marsha H on Tuesday

I came across this song and as I've told some of my wonderful friends on here we have learned so much wisdom, strength, loyalty and love from our spouses and they left such a wonderful gift to us so we carry that torch for them and take baby steps into the future.  They are always with us!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NkRNg0TZOw

Much love

Marsha

Comment by Michael Smith on Monday

Chuck,

I understand what you are saying. I have been trying to move out of our house since this last spring. I have found another place to live but am having a hard time going thru the old house.  There are places I still avoid because the painful memories are still there. I long for the day when the boxes are just boxes again.

Mike

Comment by Sara Murphy on Sunday

Chuck....As usual, well written.  I can feel the anguish of having to go through yours and Larry's possessions and give you much credit for finding the strength.  It's certainly gut wrenching and not easy but luckily you have Steve by your side to go through it with you.  Since he's already gone through this exact thing, he knows how you feel.  Take a breather whenever you need. 

Sending you a big hug.

Sara

Comment by Charles E. Nelson on Saturday
Hello Family,
I wrote this today about how I'm feeling preparing for moving - I though some of you might relate...


Too Many Boxes

Boxes used to be such simple practical things that you never gave them much thought. They were wrapped with colorful paper for Christmases and birthdays. They housed record collections, or holiday decorations, or winter clothing during the summer. Admittedly they took up room in closets and were impossible to find when you wanted something specific – but they were just there…not really noticed.

Now all of that has changed. Boxes seem to represent the ways your life has become altered and strange to you. Some are small – too small – to contain the invaluable and sacred contents inside. There was the deceptively heavy one covered with the embroidered white cloth handed to you containing your husband’s ashes, which you topped with a single red rose before watching it be placed into his grave. Smaller still is the leather one containing both of your wedding rings, now hidden away in another silver jewelry box.

Other boxes loom immensely before you, stuffed with a lifetime’s worth of collected photos, and clippings, and programs from performances attended in what now seems another dimension and time. Opening them and sorting their contents feels like performing open-heart surgery – one slip-up could result in you weeping on the floor powerless to stop, until you drag yourself to a place to lay down for the rest of the day.

There are old wooden paint boxes from your student days at art school, smeared with oils colors on the handles and empty except for those dreams of landscapes and portraits they promised, still entombed in their turpentine-scented sarcophagus.

Everywhere are stacks of cardboard boxes bearing handwritten scrawls describing their contents – his, announcing “work stuff”, or “tax returns”…yours, proclaiming “art supplies”, or “doll clothing”. These you approach with a numbness that shields you from the terrible reality that none of their contents matter anymore, belonging to a life no longer relevant once lived by people no longer living.

Boxes fill your days, and haunt your dreams, labeled “donations”, “for sale”…or “for the dump”. But the dreaded boxes that you can barely stand to face, whose weight and proportions fill you with anxiety and trepidation, are the invisible ones you have carefully and methodically constructed around yourself, separating you from other people, and the outside world…and the future. It has taken a lifetime of disappointments and losses to put you deeply entrenched in those boxes within boxes, from which you never wanted or expected to emerge.

But boxes are only as strong as their reinforced seems – strip off the tape, dissolve the glue, and pull out the staples, and they open up freeing the contents to spill out into the space around them. So you pray every day for the courage and strength to escape those self imposed prisons, supposedly shielding you from more pain, but in reality only holding you captive with your pain in isolation and sad solitude.

One day you may finally escape those suffocating boxes for good – with resolve, and perseverance…and God’s grace. Then maybe you will return to the days of seeing boxes as conveniences – utilitarian contrivances whose purpose is to make life easier. They will aid in storing that which you wish to keep, and in discarding that which no longer suits your needs. They will be especially useful in transporting your necessary possessions to your new location – and your new life. They will be your friends, helping your transition away from the past, rather than weights chaining you to it.

They will become just boxes again.
Comment by Mary. Jane on July 11, 2017 at 4:04pm
Never mind...I read the reviews, and decided on "A Dogs Journey" instead.
Comment by Mary. Jane on July 11, 2017 at 3:42pm
Hey kids,,,I really need an opinion on something. Has anyone here read the book Option B, about a woman who's husband died, and how she dealt with the aftermath? I need to get it in large print, and b4 I plop down 25 bucks for a book, I was wondering if it was worth it? Thanks
Comment by Mary. Jane on July 8, 2017 at 5:40pm
Thank you all for your kind words. The night before Bob died, he took my hand, and said very kindly "Thank you"? I was stunned. I asked him for what? I don,t remember his answer..I think he said for everything. The next morning, after the hospice nurse had gone, he was very adjetated, so I put a cool wet cloth on his forehead. The nurse had to Catheterize him that morning...he HATED being catherarized...more than anything. His breathing was very labored...it seemed he was struggling to breathe..maybe I mistook the expression on his face, maybe he was trying to breath and it was too much. He wouldn,t use the oxygen machine..he,d just rip it off. That is why it was so easy to hear his loud breathing through the baby monitor, and when it stopped it was very noticeable.
I rushed into the living room and he was gone...with that horrific expression on his face. I made a sort of hood with his blanket, leaving his nose and mouth uncovered, in case this wasn,t real, so he could breathe...and called hospice. I remember the hospice nurse telling me over and over if he died to NOT call 911... I DIDN,t understand why Untill I heard Steves story about the police coming and grilling him when his loved one died, and only then did I understand why hospice said to call them.
And, that was it. My beloved Bob was dead. The funeral home came, and wheeled him out, and that was the last time I ever saw him again. I gave the funeral people some other clothes to dress him in, as I wanted the shirt he died in. It was his favorite shirt, and I have it stored in a plastic bag..it had just been laundered, .he had just put on on that morning, after his bath, and sometimes I open it as I can still smell his scent on it. I keep it in the small carryall I take to the tornado shelter, as, besides my cat, it is the only thing I wouldn,t want to loose.
And just like that the man I had shared my life with for nearly 49 years was gone.
Comment by Marsha H on July 8, 2017 at 3:13pm

Sara ...  It was wonderful to see your post and I missed you!

Hugs

Marsha

Comment by Marsha H on July 8, 2017 at 3:11pm

Dear Big brother Steve ...  Thank you for the compliment and I do my best.  For some, seeing their loved one that doesn't look peaceful after they pass away it's a shock and leads them to believe their loved one passed away fearful and in pain.  I blame the medical staff because nurses see death all the time and should explain to the living spouse why this is so that they will have some peace. 

Even in comas the loved one can hear and that's why they suggest to the spouse, family and friends to talk as if that person were awake.  I had a male friend who was in a coma for 8 months and all of us just talked to him normally, played some of his favorite music and eventually when he came out of the coma he told us he heard everything.  Of course Mark heard you very clearly.  I did give Ernie permission to pass on and as you know it's the hardest thing we had to do.  You want them to stay, but don't want to be selfish so 'when you love someone set them free.'

I am so sorry about your sister's passing, but, the death process starts days before they actually pass and they seem to accept it with peace.  I am so glad you both could say how much you loved each other.  It's true and I do believe that when our spouses passed that someone close to them comes to them softly and when it's time 'guides them home.'  I know when Ernie was close to death we said our goodbyes and I told him not to be afraid.  He looked peaceful after that and seemed to drift into a world of his own (preparation of passing away.)  Their business is finished here on earth and they can pass on to have another life without pain, I do believe deep in my heart they stay around us in spirit to give us strength through the grieving process and once we have strength to move on the visits become less and we are left with memories.  I still talk to Ernie, say goodnight to him and I sure wish he was here most of the time.

Your post to Mary.Jane was with love and caring and the truth of this journey of grief we all must go through.  It was encouraging and peaceful.  We just didn't drop on earth and were created and we are born, live and pass away.  It's the circle of life.  It may not be fair and there are always so many questions we may never get answers too, but like you I've learned to take many wise things Ernie said to me and go forward with love to help others.  Each one of us whether new to grief or awhile into grief carry that torch and we help each other get through it.

Lots of love my dear brother

Your sis

Marsha

 

Members (1326)

 
 
 

Community Guidelines

Please be respectful of others. For more information, read our Community Guidelines.

Badge

Loading…

Follow Legacy

Follow Legacy.com on PinterestFollow @LegacyConnect on TwitterCircle us on Google+

© 2017   Created by Legacy.com.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service