Home is often described as a place where we find:
🏠 safety
🏠 security
🏠 stability
But, what does home mean to you NOW?
Prior to the death of a partner, we often took home for granted. It was the busy resting pad for us. A place to unwind, host friends and family and be your authentic self. At some point in the day or week, it was where we were able to regroup with our partner in our own space.
When my husband was alive, home was with him. I didn’t spend much time thinking about it. Wherever we were was where I belonged.
How I wish I could take back those moments and have my home again.
Now, without him, what is home?
For many it has become a lonely place often filled with overwhelming memories. Not to mention new worries that may have arisen such as increased financial concerns. For me, it’s become a quiet place with my dog as my only companion.
Our concept of home was drastically altered when we lost our loved one.
Since becoming a widow, I have relocated. I often wonder when, how & if I shall ever feel at home again.
How many mementos of a past life are healthy to have? Can I move forward if I cling onto the past? Am I ready to move forward? Do I want to do so?
One thing I am certain is that I can’t escape the longing for the life I had.
Nor can I create the future I had anticipated.
My home today❓
It’s a work in progress. Sometimes a haven and other times not as much.
During the pandemic’s most frightful times, I spent way too much time in my house (as we all did). I was so grateful to have a home. It became my refuge but it was also a lonely place.
I have learned that it doesn’t matter where I live. Home today is mostly dependent on what’s going on inside my head. The demons and angels lie within me.
To find my home I must accept a revised reality where new experiences can meld together alongside my old memories.
“There’s no place like home”
I do hope, in time, you are able to find your way back home.
Forever evolving,
Susan
This is a beautiful article. My husband passed away unexpectedly and now my son, daughter, and me must move from our home of 17 years. It’s our family home we shared with him. How do we even begin to leave without him? I’m not sure how to manage this move. Thank you for this article!
My husband died four years ago at the age of 58. We had assumed that we would grow old together. I’m still living in our home because all the good memories are here. I can’t imagine leaving those behind by moving somewhere that he didn’t live.
I understand your feelings but, like grief, it’s a personal choice filled with many variables.
I hope your decision is working for you.
I relocated, also, with my dog, Ruby.I totally get this post. Thank you!
Thanks for responding. I’m so glad it resonated with you. And I’m sorry for your loss