Posted by valerie on August 18, 2001 at 06:43:49:
In Reply to: The Waffle Iron . . . posted by AK on August 17, 2001 at 21:33:24:
For me it was his ratty old bathrobe. It hung behind the door of our bedroom and I would walk by and just hug it and take in a long breath. It smelled like him after he would take a shower. I had packed all his clothes away and rearranged the bedroom, but I just couldn't part with it.
The girls and I had bought it for him for Christmas one year and Loved to just hang out in it.
I think it had been 7or8 months before I finally decided to let that bathrobe go. I had donated a mess of clothes to the Salvation Army already and sent some others to missions in Honduras. It helped me by giving to others something I knew they needed and I know my husband would have gladly given them himself.
Don't feel crazy. Grief hurts and it comes in waves, like the ocean. Some are small and just lap your toes as you stand on the sand others almost knock you down as you struggle against them to be strong and stand straight. I learned about myself the less I struggled to keep myself in control and not let it get to me the more it hurt. When I would "allow" myself to just cry, or yell or throw things to let the hurt go the better I felt. Being raised in a family where "tears" were not allowed it has taken almost this whole year to get to that point, but I know I am in a better place with myself and I have been able to find a peace that I know would be comforting to my husband also.
Rely on the Lord and he will strengthen you. Thoughts and prayers. val
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