The club has a new member. They were handed their membership card just like the rest of us. We don't recruit for this club, we just sort of gravitate towards one another. No one wants a membership card, but many of us need one another to validate our roller coaster of emotions. The saying "misery loves company" holds some truth with our club.
When we first loose someone we love, confusion comes to live in our lives. The deeper we loved them the stronger the confusion is and longer lasting. I have been through Two years four months and thirty days of confusion. Time makes a difference for as it goes along, the overwhelming senses of hurt, loss and pain change. One still feels the confusion, but it has softened a little.
Wayne lived out in the country. Walking into his house was like entering a cave. The curtains were drawn, the lights off.Wayne sat in his recliner, staring at the wall. Neither of us said anything for several minutes.Finally, Wayne began to shake. His face contorted as if in pain. His eyes were red from lack of sleep.“I miss her so much,” he stammered.
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For me, it’s a Bryan Adams or Collective Soul song. The roar of a super-charged Mustang. A plate full of cheesy potatoes. Fall leaves. A blue suit. His name.
My husband Chuck died on January 24, 2009.Soon after the initial days following my husband's death, after the flurry of activity, the planning of funeral arrangements, friends and family gone, I was in a state of shock, in a catatonic state, temporarily frozen in place, not knowing or understanding what to do next.
When someone we love exits, they leave a hole. A large one. “She was the most wonderful woman. Words can’t express how much I loved her. She’s gone, and now there’s a hole where my heart was,” Larry said, staring at his wife Darlene’s picture.“I can’t imagine the world without her. She was my life. What am I supposed to do now? How am I going to go on living?”
Grief can be a solitary experience. As much as we try, we cannot make others see life through the same lens. Even when two people share the same experience, each will recount it in a different way. When my daughter died, what I needed most wasn't for someone to make me feel better. Hannah was dead and nothing could change that.