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This is for anyone who has lost somone to cancer. I lost my adopted Mom to breast cancer some years ago. She was everything I could have asked for. She loved me because I was just me. She also loved my family and children as if they were her own.
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Jackie - I had wanted to list my house a few months ago, and talked to the agent (who thankfully is also a friend and very understanding) but when I came home, I looked at the walls and if as if they talked to me and said "it's not time..." so I called her and told her I wasn't ready, and she understood. This time, when I decided to list it, it felt right, and it still does. Giving away his clothes also felt like the right time. As I was folding them and putting them in bags, I talked to him and said "they're just things; they aren't you, and I will always love you" and I know if he were here, he would have agreed, but then I can also hear him saying "yeah, but they're MY things!" and laughing because he would have been making a joke. I will eventually have a garage sale, but it doesn't feel right to sell Don's things. He wouldn't have wanted that; he would have wanted them donated.
Jackie, our anniversary was also on a "10th" but in February. He died Nov. 12; some days we never forget, and yes, it is hard year round. There is always something. We met on October 6th; I always had to ask him "what was the date we met?" because for some reason, I could never remember. But there will always be some date that was special; we decided to get married the Sunday after Thanksgiving that year, and were married Feb. 10 in 1979. That was 4 months from the day we met. And we made it almost 32 years. So I hold that in my memory, and I hold him in my heart. And yes, it does get easier. When my Don died, my neighbor's dad, who had lost his wife about 2 years before said to me, "It doesn't get any easier." (not a good thing to say to someone who just lost the love of their life!) He still has her clothes and everything else - he hasn't changed anything. It's been a while now; but I say, it does get easier. If you let yourself have your feelings, and you express them anyway it works for you, and you work though the grief, it does get easier. If you stuff those feelings down because it hurts too much, where are they going to go? They're going to stay with you, and you won't be able to get through it. Grief is a process; it's hard, it hurts and it sucks, but it's there. Sometimes it is so in you face there's nothing you can do to escape it, and you just have to yell and scream and sob at it - you have to work at it sometimes but it does get better. You have to trust and believe and ask yourself what would your loved one have wanted for you after they were gone? To drown in sorrow and be paralyzed with grief and pain, or to work through it and move on? I know this may sound harsh to some of you, but it's the only way that I know; it may not be the right way for everyone. I just know what works for me. And a good therapist, friend, support group - another person to bear witness to your grief really does help. Well, I'm really full of words this morning, aren't I? Thanks for listening.
Jackie -
Of course you are feeling sad. I still feel sad even when it's not an anniversary or any special date - but yeah, those special dates are harder. I know what you mean, too, about having to make the effort to find someone to "do things" with; just the other night I was sitting here thinking about how that space on the other end of the sofa is empty and where he used to sit, and how lonely it is now. I've been doing very well - it will be 9 months on the 12th, which is just a few days away; sometimes I feel like if I'm feeling "better", am I betraying him? Although I know I'm not; I know he wanted me to move on and not be sad all the time. He said to me, "I know you'll be okay because you're a strong woman, and you're a survivor...." Not really what I wanted to hear. I didn't want to be strong, and I didn't want to survive without him. Saturday I packed up his clothes and gave them to Goodwill; except for some things that are special to me or my daughters; I wear his flannel shirts; I wear his bathrobe; I know my daughter's will want some of his sweatshirts, and they both asked me to keep his ties (that one I don't really get... he rarely wore a tie anymore, even at work...) but I want to make quilts for the girls from them. Anyway, it's hard. Sometimes it's harder, and then there are days where it's easier. I put the house up for sale, because it's time. It's too big for just me, and it's too costly. And I want to relocate somewhere less urban and more in the country. But that's a whole other kettle of fish... Anyway, I really just wanted to chime in and let you know, I understand. It's hard.
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