I know, myself, I wanted to sleep forever because awakening brought the reality of my loss. my spirit was crushed. There was so much lonliness and emptiness. I didn’t know how I could stay alive and go on without him. Then I felt anger. Oh, so much anger, at God for taking him and then my husband for dying.
With the help of family and friends I rose up out of that hole I had plummeted into and gathered strength because life beckoned me to go on and I responded.
I wrote a memoir (completely edited now and am trying to publish) which begins in the year 1976 and concludes in the year 2008, one and a half years after my husband’s passing.
It’s been over 5 years now and I am in the process of writing my second book and will share with you my many experiences on the social aspects of widowhood. Where once I was considered part of a couple my identity had now been stripped and I was forced to view myself differently. My morale was in jeopardy, being at a long time low.
So come on this journey with me and find out some of the things I coped with that undermined my social status. I am also interviewing other widows as to their social experiences after their spouses death.
These will be included in my book. No names , of course, only initials.
If you would like to contribute some of your experiences, I would love to hear from you.