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Mash111
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My beloved husband of 32 years died five months ago, unexpectedly. He received the Eucharist and hour before he passed away and the Anointing of the Sick the week before, so I’m not concerned about where he is now. I have no doubt he is with Our Lord.
Things were good at first, with my parish family, family, and friends assuring me of their prayers. They all must have stopped because I’m a mess.
Sure, I understand the stages of grief and that it’s a process, but I just want to be with him. I’m tired of living without him. I work for my parish, and right now we’re going through a construction project that is extremely stressful. The priest is never here, never, so all the decisions fall on my shoulders, as does the blame. My sons, 26 and 24, live at home and are supportive but self-involved, as is my 87-year-old father who moved in with us after he broke his arm (He may be going back home next week. He’s low-maintenance but a “sad sack” kind of guy who can be depressing to be around.). My brother, after 25 years of marriage, is getting a divorce–devastating news, especially since they have two young children. Even so, no one seems to notice that I’m falling apart. Financial problems are overwhelming. My income has been cut by $100,000 per year to a whopping total of $25,000. Hubby didn’t have life insurance. I don’t have health insurance so seeing a counselor is not feasible. Spiritual direction would not be possible with my schedule. Not sleeping makes it all worse.
So, the question is for you widows out there: how do you cope with the sadness?
Things were good at first, with my parish family, family, and friends assuring me of their prayers. They all must have stopped because I’m a mess.
Sure, I understand the stages of grief and that it’s a process, but I just want to be with him. I’m tired of living without him. I work for my parish, and right now we’re going through a construction project that is extremely stressful. The priest is never here, never, so all the decisions fall on my shoulders, as does the blame. My sons, 26 and 24, live at home and are supportive but self-involved, as is my 87-year-old father who moved in with us after he broke his arm (He may be going back home next week. He’s low-maintenance but a “sad sack” kind of guy who can be depressing to be around.). My brother, after 25 years of marriage, is getting a divorce–devastating news, especially since they have two young children. Even so, no one seems to notice that I’m falling apart. Financial problems are overwhelming. My income has been cut by $100,000 per year to a whopping total of $25,000. Hubby didn’t have life insurance. I don’t have health insurance so seeing a counselor is not feasible. Spiritual direction would not be possible with my schedule. Not sleeping makes it all worse.
So, the question is for you widows out there: how do you cope with the sadness?