I am told how well I am doing and how strong I am. People commend me on the adventures I take and my drive to rebuild my life. The world looking in sees some one who is figuring it out. My kids are well adjusted (to their credit, not mine) and I’m focused on work and learning new things. I keep doing the next right thing, but this widow life is hard.
The reality is because I don’t want pity or to exhaust people with my “darkness” I am not always as authentic about my grief as I could be. It is not that I am ever “fake”; when I am with others I am distracted and happy; it is that I hurt less when I am task driven or socializing. Reality sets in at home or sneaks up on me when in the presence of other couples and intact families.
Being a widow is hard. Sometimes I get so tired of just how hard it is. Doing life while constantly having to push through and truly be intentional, about not giving in to the desire to let my sorrow overtake me, is very hard. Some days the amount of energy it takes just to be “okay” is the only energy I can muster up that day. This would be expected in the first year of death but for me it has been almost three years. I knew it would be like this – how does one ever be okay after losing someone so extremely vital and connected to me – however after three years of struggle I am exhausted. I desperately miss my best friend and I might have 60+ years to go!
Every challenge I now face alone. Small challenges like putting in an underground dog fence or trying to hang a very heavy mirror on my daughter’s wall to bigger challenges like leaking chimneys and broken hot water systems, are mine alone to face. I would give anything to have his opinion and insight into raising our kids and financial decisions. I should probably get my furnace ducts cleaned, my truck windshield needs replacing and both of my vehicles currently have recalls on the airbag systems. All of these things feel so difficult to do now for a variety of reasons. Finances to afford the everyday challenges and then the means of needing to ask someone to pick me up from the service shop. These things use to not be a big deal but, now on top of everything else, they can feel like mountains to climb – and I’m tired.
I miss having someone to share my memories with. The stories, milestones, laughter and tears that build a family are held only by me. I long to have that other half to remember, laugh and smile with as I remember. Not having that feels so very lonely too. Having him to gather with in the evenings and talk about our days is so dearly missed. I plan so many adventures but each one I spent wishing he was here with us.
I notice other couples and can’t help but feel so very jealous. It isn’t that I just want someone to do things with – it is that I want HIM to be here doing those same things with me. I often avoid social media because my heart can’t handle seeing so many people have what I couldn’t keep. I also struggle to see unhealthy marriages with an unhealthy person making poor choices – yet they never get cancer – sometimes it seems like only the best ones die young. I know that is not a fair assessment and completely ignorant of me to think one life is more valuable than the next – however in my human nature my husband’s life was the most valuable to me. It seems so wrong that someone so incredibly good for the world has been taken so soon while so many toxic people get to live. I would give anything for this to not be my story.
But it is my story and the only thing I can do about it is choose how I will respond. It would be easy to have a pity party every day. I deserve one after all – being a widow is damn hard! But that is not what God is calling me to do. I am tired, but will continue to fight to be okay.
I do not yet know what God has planned for my life now. I keep trying to fix my brokenness myself. I read A LOT of self-help books and books to further my career. I am always thinking and planning of ways to not hurt quite so much. I have learned that I fall exactly into my enneagram personality type by always having some sort of adventure on the calendar that I can look forward to. COVID has forced me to slow down, however, I still struggle to really stop planning how to be okay again. This week I heard God telling me yet again to just stop. I can stop planning how to fix my brokenness, stop worrying about whether I am okay or not, stop diving into ways to change and grow and just be. Be me. Whatever me that is. God has the plan, I certainly do not. I don’t need to fix myself or be better. Wherever I am at is exactly where I should be. Each of our grief journeys are so unique that they all look different. My journey three years later is still full of pain, tears and loneliness but it is also full of new great memories and a lot of success.
I am going to do my best to give myself grace for the times and days I really can’t muster the energy to be okay. To accept the days that melt downs need to happen and acknowledge it is still okay to be crying almost every day despite it being three years. It will take however long it takes. I will remind myself that the tears don’t last as long as they use to and even if I take a step back for every two steps forward that is okay. Some days I may just take 3 steps back and that is okay too. I am strong and I am surviving even though this widow life is hard.
Hi Kathleen,
Not sure if you’re even checking this anymore, it’s June 2024 but I came across your website tonight, searching for what, I’m not sure. At any rate, you message spoke to me. I am 11 months into this widow journey, my husband of 23 years died last July of heart complications from Covid and I continue to struggle, although like you noted above, not many would know as I plug along as best I can.
Thanks for your thoughts, makes me know I am not alone
Hi Tanya,
I came across your blog after a bawling session. My husband passed away in December due to Covid pneumonia. In two days, it will be exactly eight months since he passed. Like you, it is my faith that sustains me each day. God is my rock and refuge. Whenever I miss my husband and would cry my heart out in agony, I tell Him to take my pain. To say that “life has really been challenging since my husband’s passing” is an understatement. I feel that a part of me died and I am no longer whole. Things I have taken for granted in the past since I left all these things under my husband’s care are now mine to take care of. A part of my roof is leaking and I do not even know how to start making a decision on who to hire to check the leak. I will forever miss my husband. It gives me comfort that I am able to afford our house in which every corner has his handprint. Please pray for me to be able to move forward someday.
Eva
I don’t want pity or to exhaust people with my “darkness” I am not always as authentic about my grief as I could be. It is not that I am ever “fake”; when I am with others I am distracted and happy; it is that I hurt less when I am task driven or socializing. Reality sets in at home or sneaks up on me when in the presence of other couples and intact families.”
I’m 13 months into widowhood and I get it. People sometimes tell me I’m strong , but it’s only because I feel I’ve had no other choice; and also I know it’s not me that’s strong but God working in me. Every challenge I now face alone.
“Every challenge I now face alone. “-
I get this, too. I bought a new-to-me old (built in 1926) house and am already dealing with many unexpected decisions, from termites and hanging mirrors to a broken dishwasher and the leaky chimney.
Your post helped me – thanks!
My husband of 43 years died on July 19. Although he had been struggling with afib, what killed him was a fungal infection which was not diagnosed until he had a number of catastrophic strokes. Where he got the infection — maybe during a cardiac ablation three weeks earlier — I will never know. Because of Covid, I was only allowed to see him twice in the hospital. The first time, I was asked to come because he had had a stroke paralyzing his right side. He looked at me, crying, and said , “the wheels are coming off.” I assured him they would figure it out, but they didn’t until it was too late. My husband was my best friend and love of my life. We had no children, so it was always just the two of us. Now it’s just me. I am amazed I have made it without him for these past two months. How I will live the rest of my life without him is something I can’t even begin to think about. We moved from Virginia to Kansas four years ago to be closer to his family. Now, although they check on me, I have never been so lonely in my life. The pain is at times unbearable and I am alone most of the time. It’s very, very hard.
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I too lost my husband of 37 yrs on Jan 2, 2013, unexpectedly and that’s all I hear is how strong I am & how proud Jim would be of me. I totally understand and I wish I could say it gets better or easier but I have not found that to be true. Jim was my best friend & soul mate. There is no other man in the world as wonderful as he was, as a father & a friend and a husband. I’m sure God has a reason for my “new normal” as someone once said, but I fail to see it. I want him back every day. We now have a granddaughter that will never know her amazing Pawpaw. I have gone through all the areas of repairs & replacements etc. without his advice & have made some bad decisions. I’m learning but I will never enjoy my new normal. I pray for peace & comfort for all those who lose a spouse that they loved so deeply.
Hi Kathleen,
Thank you for your comment. It is such a hard journey! I desperately wish none of us had to go through this. I too have already felt sad for my kid’s future spouses never meeting my husband and then grand kids – even though I am a far way from that with my oldest only being 14. So many people missing out on being around him. I know I will forever long to be with him but find comfort in my faith and trying to find ways for life to be fun and have meaning. Sometimes that is doting on my kids and making sure they have what they need from me so they can live their best life. Other times I need to plan my own self care adventures with my very dear friends. I try to keep reminding myself that my husband took such good care to build a great life for us and thrived when the kids and I were happy – if he did that in life how much more would he want that for us in death. I pray also for peace and comfort for you! Big hugs!