Boo's journey through widowhood: My body knows what my mind hadn't realized

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

My body knows what my mind hadn't realized

uh-oh, here we go ...

our Wedding Anniversary is on the 21st.

It would have been our tenth ...

my body is mourning him
before my mind even realized the date was round the corner
is it any surprise?
when I can still feel his touch upon my skin?

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abandonedsoulsJuly 12, 2011 9:40 PM
you are never far from my thoughts. i've been very down and out of pocket i'm sorry for that. suffering my own dilemma here. helping my daughter with a problem concerning Voldemort. nothing horrendous, just bad patches in the same river.

i don't know when it will get "easier" or if that is even a word we can look at the horizon and see. but i hold you close in my heart and wish/pray/think {whatever word doesn't offend} that your journey grows easier and filled with more peace as each important memory passes, as each day passes.
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The Agony of Grief

Grief is a tidal wave that overtakes you, smashes down upon you with unimaginable force, sweeps you up into its darkness, where you tumble and crash against unidentifiable surfaces, only to be thrown out on an unknown beach, bruised, reshaped. Grief means not being able to read more than two sentences at a time. It is walking into rooms with intention that suddenly vanishes. Grief is three o'clock in the morning sweats that won't stop. It is dreadful Sundays, Mondays that are no better. It makes you look for a face in the crowd, knowing full well the face we want cannot be found in that crowd. Grief is utter aloneness that razes the rational mind and makes room for the phantasmagoric. It makes you suddenly get up and leave in the middle of a meeting, without saying a word. Grief makes what others think of you moot.

It shears away the masks of normal life and forces brutal honesty out of your mouth before propriety can stop you.

It shoves away friends, scares away so-called friends, and rewrites address books for you. Grief makes you laugh at people who cry over spilled milk, right to their faces. It tells the world that you are untouchable at the very moment when touch is the only contact that might reach you. It makes lepers out of upstanding citizens. Grief discriminates against no one. It kills. Maims. And cripples. It is the ashes from which the phoenix rises, and the mettle of rebirth. It returns life to the living dead. It teaches that there is nothing absolutely true or untrue. It assures the living that we know nothing for certain. It humbles. It shrouds. It blackens. It enlightens. Grief will make a new person out of you, if it doesn't kill you in the making.

Copyright - Stephanie Ericsson

Welcome to my personal account of my journey through widowhood

On January the 6th 2009 at 3 o'clock in the morning, my beautiful husband, my best friend, my soulmate, the one and only true love of my life took his last breath, and my world altered beyond recognition. This blog is dedicated to him and I intend to share my thoughts and feelings candidly with whoever wants to listen. My reason for writing this journal is to help me slowly heal from this devasting loss, and, longer-term hopefully it will in turn help others as they embark on their own journeys.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

My body knows what my mind hadn't realized

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