Saturday 25 November 2017

A week in black and white

I was recently challenged on Facebook to post for seven days a black and white photo about my life. The rules were; no people and no explanation. I accepted of course. It was fun, but it was also enlightening.

So often when we are dealing with the loss of a partner we dwell on what has changed in our lives. Our major focus can easily become consumed by negative side of loss or grief. Certainly a lot has changed. But, equally a lot hasn't. So for me, publishing a photo about my life for seven days sheeted home to me that life goes on. The routine of living is still the same. And, perhaps looking at life through a black and white still highlights that. I have added one more to my list of black and white photos.

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Focus on living

Take time to enjoy the simple things, even if it is just sitting in the garden with a good book and a mug of coffee. Life is still worth living, despite what we have lost. It is the simple things that will start to bring colour back into our lives.


Monday 13 November 2017

The Tears of Healing

I am having one of those sit in the corner and cry my eyes out days. They creep up on me every so often. I can only put on a brave face for so long regardless of how positive I try to be. Things happen that trigger emotional responses, I had one of those last night. It's usually because of something someone has done or said. What follows a trigger moment is lack of sleep because I spend endless hours mulling things over. Because I am more emotional now than at any point my life I find tiredness increases my vulnerability. But such is the journey I am on. 

My melancholy mood wasn’t helped by a question that was asked on my woman’s forum this morning. A beautiful picture was posted and, we were asked to share what it meant to us. Some of the replies were so sad but so beautiful they set me off again. But, that inspired me to summarise what many within the group shared. 



We were some of the lucky ones who found our soulmates. That is a two-edged sword. On one hand, we were blessed to enjoy a life with someone so special. However, the sharp edge is the excruciating pain of losing them. From time to time that is so unbearable you struggle to breathe. I know I do. Time itself does not change that. 

On the positive side most of us are getting on with life and trying to make the best of it. To a large degree we are succeeding. However, when you have spent more than half of your life with someone you love more than life itself you don’t just ‘get over it’.  In forging our new life we often push into the background deep seated feelings of isolation, abandonment, loneliness, loss, and hurt. Not just because of feeling abandoned by those we loved. We often feel abandoned by others.  Triggers unlock the door and force us to deal with all this emotion.  So I make no apology for owning up to my cry days. They are vital in helping me heal. Cry days are part of who I am now. Whilst there are less of them than there were I suspect they’ll always be there. 

People have told me I have the ability to express what others think but have difficultly saying. So I’m saying this for all those who can’t. Let’s love who we are our vulnerabilities and all. If others don’t understand who are anymore they don’t deserve to be part of our family or our friends. Perhaps they never did and it has taken grief to show us that. If we walk away from them we need not apologise.  Our partners would defend us to the hilt when they were with us. They will give us the courage to walk away now rather than suffer more hurt at the hands of someone else.

Always remember crying isn't a sign we are going downhill. Becoming upset is actually a sign we are going up hill. It's a steep hill, but we will make it. Some say tears are liquid love.  I believe more importantly they are great release valves and they often give us the courage to move on.  

It's Important to be Kind to Ourselves


Wednesday 8 November 2017

If Heaven Had Postmen

It’s 23 months today since Richard died. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to our life together and my new life alone. I wondered if heaven had postmen and Richard could write to me what he would say about his very unexpected departure. I think it would go some thing like this. 

Yes, Richard did say that to my brother about three weeks before he died. I often wonder if in our sub-conscious we know when our time is approaching. If Richard did know perhaps he was preparing us for what was to come.