On March 24, 2010, my husband died. It will have been 5 years in a short time and I have desperately tried to come to grips with what being a widow means in terms of how to go on with my life alone. It is like trying to put back together the pieces of a shattered mirror, one that reflects what used to be. Those pieces will cut you and make you bleed if you aren't very careful, but you have to try to make the pieces fit, so that you can see yourself again.

My life has changed. I live in new city, one where there were no nightmare memories. I have a good job, doing something that I love. I have old friends, new friends, good friends. And of course, I have my family, that I love more that I can say.

My life has changed, but I have changed, too. I am not, nor will I ever be, the person I was before March 24th, 2010. I wish that those people I hold so dear could understand what this life is like but unless you have lived it, that is impossible. Others can think that they understand but no one can, really, because it is so very different for all of us. What I write about what I feel hoping that someday even I will understand.

"Love is a promise..."


On Saturday, Dave and I would have marked out 16th year of marriage and I am feeling pretty sad about it. But this year is different that last year. It still hurts not to have him in my life, but I know that what we had was so rare and precious that to allow grief to defeat me would dishonor the gift of our life together.

I have learned a lot about grief these last few years and while I don't have all the answers about it, I can share what I have learned.

The key to grief is to understand it, to own it, to control it, not the other way 'round. And there is no right or wrong way to grieve for someone you love. There is only your way and nobody should ever tell you when, how or why you process it. When you care about someone so deeply and when they have been such a huge part of your life, how can you put a time limit on how long you will mourn or miss them? When someone shapes the person that you are, when they are part of the very fabric of your life, they will remain as part of you forever. For some, it takes years to be able to put grief in a place where it doesn't rob you of your own life. You just do what you have to do to deal with it.

Personally, I "keep" my grief in a place where it is hard to reach because I have buried it in memories of the love and happiness we shared in those years we were together. Sometimes it gets the best of me and the memories are not enough to keep the sadness at bay but now it is not the soul sucking, gut wrenching feeling of despair it was even a year ago. Because I keep the memories of our life together so close, they are probably more vivid now than they have ever been and that is a good thing. Remembering is what holds me up....what gets me through the night.

“Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.”