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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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Revolution 34

If many of my posts sound like a broken record, it’s because they are.  For those of you old enough to remember, the slightest scratch on a vinyl album could stop the music in its literal track and replace it with two seconds of repeating sounds.  It was aggravating when it happened. You could hope that it was just a blip. A speck of dust or an oddly perfect combination of bass vibrations that was causing the needle to jump back in time.

It usually wasn’t.  Being that the spiraling track of a record was actually a groove cut into the plastic, you couldn’t just “buff out” a scratch all that easily.  You couldn’t completely erase that imperfection. Every time the turntable spun to that exact point in your playlist, you would be greeted by a reminder that you didn’t handle your album with enough care, or that someone else mishandled it.  

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Makeshift Plan

I do not have it figured out yet.  But, day by day I am getting closer to finding my way back to life.  I have created a makeshift plan that I’m getting excited about. And, being even mildly excited is reason to celebrate because for nearly two years I’ve been completely underwhelmed by my life.

I know that my new life will be very different from the one I imagined sharing with him.  I wish it wasn’t this way, but it is.  The life of have now is completely unrecognizable compared to the life I shared with Mike.  But, this is the life I have. I can not go back to what was because it’s gone.  Our life together died with him. 

Whether I like it or not, I have to live without him. It’s up to me to make something out of my own life.  So, I’m attempting to do just that. And, the plan I’ve come up with is solid. But, it requires me to be patient because I have children under my roof. I can’t launch into big changes immediately, but I am preparing for what I’ve decided is inevitiable.  Finally, I have a plan for my future; and, this plan and my desire to dig back into life makes me very happy.  

For the first year, I simply survived his death. And, this took everything I had.  I discovered that I was built strong; but, my grief broke me in places too.  Now, I understand that breaking is a natural part of the process.  It is necessary and unavoidable.  When you fall to your knees - you will get bruised.  And, when you are forced to crawl in the ruins of your shattered life, you bleed from the shards of what was.  This is also necessary and unavoidable.  

 

It’s an understatement to say that the first year was compiled of the hardest days,

and long nights of my life.  

It was beyond awful.

But, with time, the bruising has healed.

And, see that my tears serve to cleansed me and ready me for what is ahead.

Somehow, I have survived his death.

And, now I am ready to do more than just survive.  

I’ve grown restless.  

I am no longer comfortable where I am.

I can no longer exist in this holding pattern. 

 I’ve outgrown this waiting place.  

I need to move towards the future.

Finally, 

I’m thirsty for life again!

 

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Long Time no See

The thing most people don’t get about losing your partner is that you also lose a part of yourself when they die. You lose aspects of who you were with them. You lose a lot of your innocence, without having any choice in the matter. You grieve a loss of your own self. This sudden identity change was an equally painful part of losing my fiance six years ago.

Death changes us, no doubt. And there’s this part of me that I had long-since accepted that I would never get back after he died. There was a lightness in who I was before. This effortless, joyful feeling. A distinct side of me that was silly and goofy and witty and warm. Which became replaced with something more akin to an over-serious somewhat distanced and far more uptight person. Of any part of myself, that lighthearted, goofy part is something I miss the most. My innocent self. My carefree self. Always ready to make those I love laugh. Always full of life and hungry for new experiences and filled with curiosity for life, love and people. She's a part of me that my new family has not really even met, which always gives me heartbreak.

As my birthday hit this weekend, I'm doing some reflecting, and realizing that maybe that part of me didn't actually die after all...

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