Part of me died with him.  And, surprisingly, a big part of me survived his death.   This part of me is fighting to live forward.

Since early on, I have chosen to focus on the living part of me.  The part of me that was not buried with Mike.  Sure, absolutely, I miss the person I used to be, but the life in which that woman existed died with him. 

All of it - everything we were together - simply vanished when Mike died.  Our life was built on solid ground, but when he died, everything imploded and what was once solid quickly turned into a quagmire of uncertainty.  I lost Mike and my identity.  Everything that I thought was certain disappeared. My life was no longer recognizable to me.  (And, in truth, it still isn’t 2.10 years later).  Not surprisingly, I lost my footing when Mike died and I have been fighting to recover it for nearly three years.



It’s been a long, long  road - and this is understating it.  Grief has been my constant companion since the moment I heard “he’s dead”.  Those two small words changed my life completely.  However,  I try hard not to focus on Mike’s deadness.  Instead I try to be grateful for his life.  A life he chose to share part of with me.  For me, there is no point in perseverating about what has been lost.  It’s gone.  Nothing can reverse any of it.  He is dead.  He is gone and I am left here without him.  Blunt.  Maybe.  But, what other way is there to describe the situation? 


I have spent the better part of two years crawling around on my hands and knees scouring the landscape of my old life.   Desperately, I searched for bits and pieces of myself and the life we shared.  I wildly sought to grasp anything that resembled our life.  I clutched the tangible things that could be saved in my arms.  Holding them tenderly.  Close to my heart.  And, the intangible items, I scooped up and stored in my mind and held in my memory.   In reality, there wasn’t a lot to be found.  Not much of me or our life survived Mike’s death.  However, I did find a handful of useful pieces, things that could be rescued; and,  I have used this assortment of traits and memories to build myself from the wreckage of what was once my beautiful life.


Whatever is left of me has been reclaimed.  I have been slowly and steadily undergoing a rebirth of sorts.  It has been painful and tedious.  But, I’m doing it.  I am steadily rebuilding myself from the wreckage because I have to.  I have no other choice.  I love life too much to just sit here and waste what I have left.  I love him too much to never try to live my best life again.  And, nothing, not one damn thing, will make Mike happier than if his girl can smile again.  It might take everything I've got, but I am trying to find a way to live in a world that he is gone from.


So, now what?  What do I do?  Well, I guess that it entirely up to me.  I can really do whatever I want.  So, what is it that I want?  I am not going to list all the things I wish to accomplish.  That’s my list.  Yours will be different.  It is enough to say that I have a running  list in my mind and this in and of itself is a good thing.  It means I am thinking about the future.  I am re-entering life.  I am engaging in the world again after 2.10 years of being Mike’s widow.  And, you can do this too.  Build yourself from the wreckage of your old life.  It won't be easy, but you can recreate an alternate life for yourself.




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  • Lorna Gallego Avenetti
    commented 2019-09-29 18:15:06 -0700
    Wow!! Thanks for sharing. How do you begin building your life? That is my question. I have been a widow for three years. The day I heard that my husband had cancer that is when my world changed. I guess I have been grieving since then. I haven’t had a time to really work on me, take the time to figure out
    Who I am . Hard to get up in the morning and pretend that everything is ok what you wrote seemed like it was talking to me. Yes, I know I need to start working on myself and move forward. I promised my husband that the kids and I would be ok. I want to keep that promise. So, thanks for sharing.