You Are Not Alone

Widowed people created Soaring Spirits because we discovered that connecting with other widowed people made the challenges of surviving a spouse or partner a little easier to manage.

There is a widowed community here at Soaring Spirits that offers widowed men and women understanding, friendship, inspiration, and encouragement as they learn to live without the person with whom they intended to spend the rest of their lives. 

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We believe that hope matters.


Loving You in Separation

I feel like each breathe I take puts more distance between us.  You are in another place.  A place I don't know.  A dimension I can't fully understand because I am still here.  You exist somewhere far from me; yet, somehow you are right here beside me.  You are everywhere; and, also nowhere to be found.  My Soul loves you, forever, for Eternity.  And, now I love you in separation. 


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My eyes can not see you,

But, my heart loves you. 

Our Souls remain coupled forever,

For Eternity.

You are gone physically, 

But, we are connected by the heart.

And, I miss you. 

I miss you. 

I miss you.  


We are not content loving in separation because we want back what we had.  But, that isn't an option.  Loving in separation is the only thing we have now.  And, it is not some big new concept.  Loving while separated is something we have done countless times before, when they were alive.  And, now, we, the bereaved, continue to love our person despite their permanent absence. 

At times, Mike and I were physically apart because of work; and during these separations he'd always tell me "Honey, it could be worse, I could be at war and gone for a really long time."  He was right.  Throughout history, people have loved each other through long periods of separation.  Obviously, we have the innate ability to continue to love one another while we are physically apart.  And, this is done without any special training.  As a human being, we can instinctively love what we can not see in front of us.  Our love doesn't fade when someone leaves the room; and, therefore, our love doesn't disappear in our current circumstance. 

"We don't stop loving one another when we part.  We know a great deal about how to love in separation, how to hold one another in our hearts when we are apart - thinking of, speaking about, remembering, sharing interests, being grateful to one another, drawing inspiration from one another..."  (Thomas Attig) 

I acknowledge that this time, we are separated from them for the rest of our lives...  And, yes, this is so, so different than being temporarily detached.  Death makes this physical separation permanent.  This is f-o-r-e-v-e-r.   I get it.  And, yes, I know that loving in separation does not fill the physical void, nothing can...  


But, what else is there? 

The task of loving Mike for the rest of my life without his "presence" is daunting, and it saddens me,

But, I have to give it a try. 

I don't know what else to do with all the love in my heart... 

So, now that he is physically gone,

I  am continuing our relationship, on a purely Soul level.



Let me tell you about the best way I know how to do this...




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Clearing the Debris

While we were down in my hometown last week for a wedding, we managed to get out for a few hours one morning to make the drive out to Rockport. If you’ll recall, this little coastal town got the brunt of hurricane Harvey last year. I will never forget sitting in bed at 2am, watching the TV in horror from 1400 miles away as one of my favorite little beach towns was swallowed alive. And all the pictures and videos that came in the days following as they began to assess the damage of a place I hold so dear.

I both wanted and didn’t want to visit Rockport… but I knew I needed to. As we drove the long, straight stretch of single highway out there and hopped the ferry across the channel, I grew emotional at what we might see. As we started to get in to town, my stomach turned in a way I’ve rarely ever felt. Nearly every other house was missing a roof or a wall. The little ice cream shop where Drew and I stopped on our first trip to the beach together was gone. Every one of the big beach shops was empty - nothing but a skeleton of gaping broken floor-to-ceiling windows… all the merchandise and shelving now stripped clean. Boats were still lying in piles on top of one another all about, and mounds of old furniture and refrigerators and twisted up metal roofing and splintered, rotting wood lie at almost every corner.

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Flowers, Cake, and Change

When you are busy living and surviving and struggling inside your own life, it is often hard or damn near impossible to be able to recognize your own progress, shifts, and changes. Time goes by and you may feel stuck in place, or like things are moving in slow motion or not at all, when the reality may be quite different. Living life and grieving all at once, every day, for long periods of time - it can often feel like nothing is happening.

It's sort of like if you have 100 pounds to lose, and you lose an average of 3 pounds per month. 3 pounds per month is a very healthy way to lose weight, and it will probably stay off if you do it that way. But, when you are inside of that and doing all the work, and you look at your own body or reflection in the mirror, you might not notice any difference. You might look at yourself, get frustrated, and say: "What is the point of all this?"

Change happens in pieces, and in very tiny fragments. You know that term "overnight success?" Yeah. Not really. Most of those people have been working their asses off for years. This night just happened to be the night where they clicked on the right thing, in the right moment. The night when all their back-breaking work, finally began to pay off. Becoming who you were meant to be, isnt always glamorous or obvious or quick-paced. But it sure is something to be proud of.

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