Not wanting to cross any literary or sharing lines here -
but this article is so "spot on" that I must share it. I must keep it!
AFTER A HUSBAND'S DEATH, DREAMS MUST BE REINVENTED.
by Christine Thiele February 6, 2011
One of the hardest struggles I’ve found about widowhood
is that the life you had before pretty much dies with your spouse.
Well, at least mine did.
The hopes, dreams and plans that we made as a couple were buried with my husband.
Every morsel of my being was changed because he is no longer here for me to love or be loved by him.
At first, his vacancy left the obvious holes;
no more him, no more seeing, smelling, holding, or sharing with him.
As time passed, more holes appeared:
no one to help with the kids,
no one to help with the house
and no one to talk to in the intimate way I could talk to him.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so completely alone.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt the weight of loneliness like this.
Then comes my life, my hopes, and my dreams.
In the years prior to his illness, we were coming into a solid comfort zone in life.
We were happy with our jobs, our family life, and our marriage.
We were married for a good chunk of time and had been together for nearly 14 years.
We knew each other and miraculously were still happy with the each other.
We appreciated who we had become.
We were looking forward to a family becoming one member larger
and the joys that come with raising our two boys.
So, he dies.
I’m still here.
I am left to walk the earth without him and to carry on the plan.
Carry on the plan…
carry on the plan…
carry on the plan?
It took me several years to realize that I could not carry on our plan alone.
I think it’s taken me several more to come to grips with the fact that I need to create new plans.
I need to dream and hope without him.
I don’t like this.
And have only gone this direction kicking and screaming for my old dreams, my old hopes, my old life.
My future has been a very difficult thing for me to let go by the wayside.
I don’t think it’s fair that I have to do all this again.
I don’t think it’s fair that I have to do this alone.
I don’t think it’s fair that I am left with my hopes and dreams shattered in pieces on the floor.
Well, I also know that life is not fair.
Life is a gift and a struggle.
Life is not to be taken for granted or spent without meaning.
All these factors propel me into my new future.
All these factors give me strength to dream new dreams
and hope new hopes
and reshape my life into something I can live with
and hopefully thrive in day after day.
The problem is that the struggle is hard…
some months are just too much for me to handle.
These times leave me wondering why?
Why try again?
Why move on?
Why reinvent, re-imagine when so many of these days,
I only end up exhausted and overwhelmed?
The only answer I can ever come up with is…
drum roll please…
there is no other way for me.
I yearn for joy,
I yearn to be someone my boys will look up to each day,
I yearn to love and be loved.
Every day that I remember this,
I build strength for another day.
Every overwhelming moment at a time
that I remember how much faith my husband had in me to carry on without him,
I feel honored.
Every time I feel that warmth of his love flow through me,
that moment when I know I didn’t give up,
I become revived a bit more.
I am revived and strengthened for another moment.
I am revived and even given courage to take on my new dreams,
my new hopes,
no matter how much struggling lies before me.
I will dream a bit and hope a bit.
Every day I will try a bit more.
With each passing day,
I will realize that I have begun the new dreams,
the new hopes,
the new life that carries his love within me.
This new life may exist without him holding my hand,
but it will never exist without him holding my heart.
It will be a fusion of old and new.
It will be a mix of what we wanted and what I am capable of doing without him.
I imagine every day
that I have courage to be
and to live brings me one day closer to me,
--Thank you Christine for sharing this. It is so much my heart and my life now. God bless you and yours. Sisters in a bond that we never wanted.
So why "Scattered Feathers" ? ? ?
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