People tell me you are so strong, I don’t know how you do it. My response to them is I didn’t have a choice. When someone you love more than life itself dies, no one gives you the choice to stop living.
Trust me, I wanted to give up. Stop living. I didn’t want to face life without Jared.
But I had a child to take care of, bills to pay, and a promise to keep.
So I got out of bed each day to live my new normal the best way I am.
As I try to move forward in this new life, I will always honor my past. Part of moving forward is bringing Jared with me. His love for me shaped who I am today. As did his death. .
I talk about him because I never want anyone to forget him. And when others talk about him, it doesn’t make me sad, it makes me smile. It lets me know others love him and will never forget him either. I keep his picture in my house because he will always be a part of our lives. He is still our son’s father. Just because Jared is no longer on this earth, doesn’t mean he is no longer a dad. Our son deserves to hear stories of his dad, see pictures of his dad, and know his dad loved him more than anything. Jared will always be part of our family.
And no, I will never be over it. Grief comes in waves. And I try to surf the grief waves as best I can. Yes, I have maInly good days now.. But I still have bad days or at least bad moments on a good day. And I always will. That is how grief works. So no, I won’t get over it. And I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.
I would never wish this on anyone. I belong to a club no one wants to join. But, having joined this group taught me that life is short. Life is precious. Life is meant to be lived. So even in the height of my grief, I knew I needed to live. Live for me, live for my son, and live for Jared. Living is the best way I can honor Jared and his life. Living each day is a privilege denied to many. And it is a gift that has been given to me. A gift I am grateful for and never want to take for granted.
This is my new life, the life I was handed when Jared died.
I’m not strong. I’m just surviving, living. It is my only option.
I’m not strong. I’m simply doing the best I can.
Carla just came across this … my husband died 2 and a bit years ago of cystic fibrosis.. I’m solo parent to 2 kids and it’s tough at times… but empowering! Thanks for putting all into words .. x
I’m so sorry for your loss.
I’m glad you found this blog and it resonated with you.
Grief is such a heavy, difficult thing to go through. It makes you feel heavy, old and weak. I lost my husband to cancer six months after he was diagnosed. We had been married 16 years. He was 64, I was 55. Grief is something you don’t “get over”, you go through. You just trudge through all the stages of grief, not knowing what the hell is happening to you. It’s so hard, and caring for your son must have been equally hard. Glad you have your son as Jared lives on through him.
I wish you the best as you continue to move forward and live your life. Jared will always be with you. I still talk to my late husband and it’s been 13 years.
Enjoy the life you have been given. All the best.
Rose
Thank you Rose. You give me hope. Blessings to you.