Powerful

Powerful photo series from another who lost his wife to breast cancer....

http://mywifesfightwithbreastcancer.com/

A Grief Observed

Dear E,

In the quest to find a slice of sanity after losing you I read scores of books...many filled with positive upbeat streams of butterflies and rainbow bullshit. To say the least most didn't help...I didn't need to hear "you'll get over it...be happy".

The one tome I did find laden with wisdom was C.S. Lewis's "A Grief Observed". He speaks with brutal honesty on his thoughts and feelings while journaling after losing his wife.

"If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for both lovers, and for all pairs of lovers without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love."

Regardless of your stage in grief, I'd recommend you pick up a copy. My library had several or always available at Amazon...

http://www.amazon.com/Grief-Observed-C-S-Lewis/dp/0060652381

Peace be with you....

Never get to see them marry

Went to a wedding Saturday afternoon at a little church South of Champaign. As I sat there I thought of our day so long ago. Just like ours it was in a little church and the day was rainy. Thought about the boys wedding you'll miss....and was incredibly sad. One of the last things you told me was how your going to miss watching them grow up and get married and have grand children. You would of been a super grandma.

I hope your watching....I love and miss you every day.

1000 days and nights

1000 days and nights. It's been a long time since I counted the individual days. After reading the blog of a freshly grieving widow caused me to count the days again. How odd to find it's 1000. Maybe it's not an coincidence I decided to count again. Maybe it's your influence. I like to think it is.

Today is Memorial Day....just another reason of a million to think about and remember you. Your parents tradition was to drive downstate and visit graves. Some still think it's odd I keep your ashes at home. I don't care....I take comfort in having them near by.

I quit my job. Sick of their bullshit. Most think I'm crazy, but I know there is a better life out there. I thank you every day for having the motivation and foresight to start the salon. It's the income that keeps us afloat while I find that better job. Your Mom tells me your Dad sees it as a honor to you to keep it running well and looking good. I can feel your spirit as I walk around it.

G graduated college and found a job he loves. His skills of persuasion and negotiation are a good fit. You would be so proud of him. He would not of gotten into U without your help.

K and I dontated blood last week...and I thought about all the times you received blood during chemo. Those times we spent together at Edward became our dates. I even cherish the memories of those times with you. Afterwards I took Kev out for lunch and we had a good talk. He's certainly turned things around. Almost through year two in college. Quit smoking pot. I think back to how worried I was about him four years ago. Now it's E I worry about.

My friendship with M grows. I've introduced her to your Mom and Dad. She came to Easter dinner at your Mom's. They like her, and have been kind to her as I knew they would. Today she will meet N as we bbq. I feared having her there would make all feel odd, as in disrespectful to your memory. But knowing your kind heart...you'd welcome her yourself. You were always inclusive of all. Your parents have become my own...I couldn't be blessed with better ones if I had picked them myself.

My time off work has given me lots of time to clean, and fix, and most of all think about life....

As you became more ill I prayed to God to save you.

When it became apparent you were going to die I prayed for God to ease your pain.

When you died I prayed for God to ease the boys and your folks pain.

I then became so angry, so pissed off, so infuriated with God that I'd scream profanities at him. How does he have the balls to take someone so good. I argued you were so much better then I....that I deserved 1000 times more to be the one taken. I asked you what did I ever do that warranted you punishing me and the boys by you taking her.

I found a solution. I stopped believing in God. And I felt relief as then I didn't have anyone to blame. I wrote it all to fate. I stopped going to church. Ignored calls from the Pastor. Avoided neighbors from the congregation.

But I was missing something. Perhaps there is a God, but not one that sits in judgement of each soul, controlling and steering each life. I've continued to learn of other faiths, and been back to church looking for answers. A month ago I attended a unitarian service but it didn't feel right....almost as if there was no form whatsoever.

I've started reading about the Baha'i faith...and remember visiting the temple in Wilmette when I was a teen learning how they incorporate many of the worlds faiths. It seems to be along the lines of my thoughts...I feel that God is revealed through each of us through the prism of our own cultures....and each of them share common lessons. Even music, art, and science can be expressions of God. The common thread is "creation". To create is prayer. To create is to commune with God. To create may be the meaning of life.

You created our home. Our business. Our love. That was your tribute to God.

I miss and love you.

Things I miss....

I miss......

your snoring

the way you would greet me "baby....."

you sitting on the sofa with the cat in your lap doing a crossword puzzle

watching Jeapordy with you

hearing you dry your hair

making you oatmeal

cleaning your van

going to the little mexican restraunt with you

the smell of your skin

your eyes

your heart

you

Whispering

Baby - I try to count my blessings.

I'm employed, and if I lost my job I'm confident I'd find another in my field. I'm healthy. I've got money in the bank. I've got a son on the verge of graduating from college. A second who is doing well in his second year. I've got a house I'm in no danger of losing. I'm dating a kind, beautiful, intelligent woman.

But I worry. Will I lose my job? Will son 3 beat his struggle with drugs and graduate hs? Will I have enough $ to retire in 10 years?

I try to live now....but it's not easy. You were always a great emotional support, even though you had your own struggles. Although I'm not suicidal, I sometimes wonder if the pain of life is worth the pleasure.

I hear you whispering in my ear....it's ok.