Marcey, I wish I had seen your threads
sooner. I just finished my Monday am
phone therapy for grief, and stumbled
on your conversations with my close
friends, Robin & Deb. I am so glad you
found our group. I made up the term,
The Grief Warriors, to describe us. Just
as in a battle, when one soldier falls &
is wounded, the other soldiers lift him
up. As they say, no one should be left
behind. So it is with us. Deb checks in
with me every morning & every night
before I go to bed. When she cries about
Bob , and their anniversary, I cry along
with her & try to comfort her. Bob died
6 months ago. My wife, Linda, died
suddenly, at 68, in front of me, right before
Thanksgiving, 2018. I cry every morning
before I walk outside. My crying is not as
intense as my first several months, when
I used to sob. I couldn't listen to ANY
music without weeping. My heart breaks
for you, Marcey. You were married a
long time. We were married 25 years,
no children. We met in our mid 40s, 1st
marriage for both. I miss her every day.
Like you, my belief in God, and despite it
all, my sense of humor ( though dark at
times have taken me this far. When
Linda died of a pulmonary embolism,
and I couldn't " save " her, I couldn't
get that last image of her out of my
head. I suffered from PTSD , suicidal
ideations, evtreme bereavement , and
loneliness. I also had tremendous
"survivor's guilt". Since Linda was my
best ( &only ) friend and family, I was
completely alone. I went to the ER, &
then, to a small psychiatric unit for 5
nights. Instead of being alone on
Thanksgiving Day, I was able to be with
8 other clients, and we could sit at a
long table and eat the holiday dinner
together. Thank God, I knew enough to
go to the unit, & never attempted to take
my own life.I can see by your very
brave, honest posts & replies that you
will be a real comfort to others here. I also
see, that like all of us, you have a way with
words & a wicked sense of humor, when
you felt like you were "stalking" us in a
creepy way. It's just in time for Halloween.
I like the holiday when I was a boy, but
not now. It also brings pain to some of
my friends here, like Deb. I know you
are reading Zuba's book, but I didn't get
a chance to see if anyone suggested The
Widower's Notebook, a memoir, by
Jonathan Santlofer. Like Deb, who has
Permission to Mourn on her bedside
table, I have Jonathan's book next to my
bed, so I can reread chapters. From what
you wrote, Marcey, I highly recommend
this book. You would know only too well
his chapter, Stupid Things Said By Smart
People. Really look forward to "talking"
with you here, and hearing your thoughts
about the books in our informal little
"book club". Lou
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