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A widow's blog. My husband died on 11 Feb 2011. I'm trying to figure out where I go from here. You’re gone, and so am I. June 12, 2011. Evening darl. This means of trying to stay connected to you has been a mistake. I can’t be honest with you or me. I can’t say what I really think. I’m talking to you but others read my words and … Continue reading →. Life doesn't know shit about playing fair. June 11, 2011. Pretend it’s ok. June 11, 2011. Numb; better than bereft. June 9, 2011. June 8, 2011. June 7, 2011.
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In a nutshell | You're gone
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A widow's blog. Pretend it’s ok. You’re gone, and so am I →. June 11, 2011. Evening, my love. A wordsmith. Who is also a widow has given the crux of my problem with life clarity I can’t summon. If grief is just about me (and perhaps someday I’ll get to the point where it is only about me), then it’s not my place to care about my life mate being gone from this earth. But if life is worth living, how can I not care that it is being denied him? But I’d just as soon not dwell on that. I’d hate to go th...
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You're gone | A widow's blog | Page 2
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A widow's blog. Newer posts →. June 5, 2011. Hello my dearest love. It’s Sunday night and I’m back at our house after spending the weekend at Mum and Dad’s. The last couple of days have been very like a little holiday from the abject depths of my grief. I’ve still missed you; I’ve still cried. But I’ve laughed more, smiled more, felt less sad. A break I probably needed before I broke. I love you and miss you. Being kind on myself. June 4, 2011. It was a lovely evening, cold enough for a winter coat. ...
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You’re gone, and so am I | You're gone
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A widow's blog. You’re gone, and so am I. June 12, 2011. I know now there are no answers, no comfort, no end. Heaven was any place where we were together, and Hell is any place where we are apart. We’ve both been fucked over in this deal. We’re both grieving, lost, angry, desperate. No one, nothing, can change this. Everything we had was taken from us. Even memories hurt. Beauty hurts. Love hurts. You’re gone. I’m gone. We’re gone. View all posts by cancerwidow →. This entry was posted in grief. Create a...
