Thanksgiving has been the hardest holiday for me since my husband passed 3.5 years ago. It has been the hardest because it was his favorite. We…
In the decade since he’s been gone, I have not erected our Christmas tree. The first few years, I traveled to relatives’ homes so it didn’t make sense to decorate.
Now what? Did I have to go back to work full-time? Who would hire me after being out of the job market for 12 years? How was I now going to support the three of us? Was I going to lose our house?
When my husband passed away suddenly just after Thanksgiving in 1999, I was terrified at the thought of a life without him.
I know my father will be with me in spirit, following the audibles and signals of his favorite team. But whether it’s football season, or the offseason, I know my Dad is with me.
While he was in the hospital, I filed for divorce. I did not understand the power of these drugs nor addiction. I thought he was weak.
My oldest daughter inherited her father’s love for food. I love to see that part of him in her.
I remember thinking on several occasions, “Why on earth am I saving all this crap?”. I thank G-d now that I did.
We know you mean well, but if one more person tells us everything happens for a reason, we MAY lose it. Don’t say time heals all wounds, or that you don’t know how we do it.
These past few years since losing my husband have been difficult, and fraught with many challenges along the way. As I began to emerge from the dark tunnel that I found myself sloshing through, I realize that I am lucky, and I am grateful