Members Will Always Be Bill's Wife Posted November 10, 2019 Members Report Share Posted November 10, 2019 I don't know if I read this here or somewhere else, but it does tubes perfectly what I am going thru six months since my husband of 40 yrs died unexpectedly in front of me. Unfortunately, I forgot the name of the author to give him full credit for this amazing piece. I hope someone finds something good to take from this.... Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents. I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see. As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out. Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks. Waves.docx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators KayC Posted November 12, 2019 Moderators Report Share Posted November 12, 2019 It is quoted in a lot of places, someone in a book listing gave credit to someone on Reddit, I found it but it does not have the person's name and it's closed for comments. Beautifully written. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Will Always Be Bill's Wife Posted November 14, 2019 Author Members Report Share Posted November 14, 2019 GSnow put it on Reddit, but I don't know if he was the original author or not Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators KayC Posted November 14, 2019 Moderators Report Share Posted November 14, 2019 Yeah, I saw that, but people use usernames on there so still wouldn't know their name. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Reverie84 Posted November 17, 2019 Members Report Share Posted November 17, 2019 Omg this is beautiful. I write to my husband almost everyday since his passing.... and when I read this last night, I wrote to him about it and told him he was my beautiful shipwreck. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Moment2moment Posted November 22, 2019 Members Report Share Posted November 22, 2019 This is fantastic and just so accurate a description of the indescrible experience that is grief. Thank you for sharing this. It gives me comfort and hope. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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