My husband’s service was last Saturday. For days beforehand, and all day that day until 1:00 pm I kept saying to myself, “I DON’T want to do this!” But I did. Because he was only going to get one memorial service, and I wanted to do it right. And it was done right. It was a fitting, moving, unique memorial of his life and the person he was. And we had lots of food afterwards, which he would have enjoyed very much.
I was totally spent the next day. And the day after, truth be told. Not only sad and feeling the loss, but drained from all the emotions of Saturday. And yet God gave me strength. He gives me strength. Just enough to get through each day.
On the Friday before the memorial, my little sister sent me flowers via FedEx. It was a dozen of the same kind of orchids I had in my wedding bouquet. I burst into tears when I opened the package. Sad, but also very happy memories. I so appreciated her doing that, and remembering me and my husband that way. Monday, after a long day and being very very tired emotionally and physically, I got an email out of the blue from the property management company that runs the apartment complex where I live. “Maureen,” the email said, “we don’t want you to worry about anything. Next month we’ve taken $1,000 off your rent.” Who DOES that? I never asked them to do something like that — never even thought to ask for that. But God knew. God does stuff like that.
I saw a friend at work this week. She had never met my husband, but she knew me and had been very happy about my engagement and then marriage. She gave me a sad smile, and then just hugged me. That’s it. She didn’t say anything, she just gave me a big hug. I’ve had people at church come up and take my hand and tell me, “I know what you are going through – I lost my spouse.” And that is all they say. Just that. That is all that is needed.
I’ve been getting cards in the mail from people. I know a couple that have been missionaries to orphans and widows all over the world. They have a terrific ministry and I have been on three missions trips with their group. I know them personally and have been in their home. They sent me a lovely card …. and a check for $100.
I’m moving from strength to strength, taking each day in whatever sized chunk I can handle at a time. Resting in God’s grace and His foundation.
Every day since my most wonderful husband passed away has been a struggle. I feel like I am in a horrible, deja-vu, unreal nightmare.
I met with my Pastor this week and we went over the service and also where tables would be laid out for the reception. It made me so sad. I kept saying to myself, “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this.” And yet – this is the only memorial service My Randy will have. I want to do it right. So I made decisions and I made choices and I am doing the things I have to do.
I will have to move out of our apartment, which has caused a lot of stress and anxiety in me. Our property management company is being very nice and accommodating and I won’t have to move until this summer. I have been reminded again of how God has always looked after me and taken care of me. He has always provided, just what I needed, when I need it. Sometimes my flesh gets in the way and I stress or get anxious, but the steady, unchanging, persistent love of God never leaves me and I find myself resting on that rock.
I don’t want to be a widow. I don’t want to be alone. I want my Randy back. But things don’t always turn out the way we want them. Things happen, life changes, time moves on. I just cling to my rock, and hold onto my faith in the great creator and provider, and I get by day by day.
My sweet Randy, my love, is gone. He had a heart attack and died suddenly on April 6th.
I am …. lost. It still does not seem real. I know it will at some point. I will have to go through his clothes. Distribute some things to his family. Pick up the death certificate. Have the memorial service. Hundreds of details and little things that, when I complete them, will cement, little by little, that my Randy is gone.
My son was killed 15 1/2 years ago, and now I am experiencing the same kinds of things again in a horrible, nighmareish deja-vu kind of way. The crying jags. The aimless wandering. The sleepless nights. The crushing sense of loss. The feeling that you’ve forgotten something, and then the terrible realization that it is because you don’t have that person in your life anymore. The thinking to yourself “I have to remember to tell Randy about that”, and then the remembering that you can’t anymore.
I want to find a hole to crawl in and then just stay there.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases
His mercies never come to an end
They are new every morning, new every morning
Great is your faithfulness, oh God
Great is your faithfulness
My rock, my foundation is God. He never fails, he never leaves, he always loves and provides. Though I long to leave this earth and its sadness and loss, I know the Lord will take me when it is His time. Until then I will keep breathing in and out and putting one foot before the other.
I’ve barely gotten any sleep for three days. I will probably be almost brain dead by the time I get home tonight, but this morning I am feeling ok since I just finished 1-1/2 cups of pretty strong coffee.
My husband is a night owl. I am a morning person. Most of the time we make that work for us, but sometimes his insomnia or worries or physical things going on in his body keep him awake until 4:00 am. When he comes to bed I immediately go – PING – wide awake. I don’t know why, that is just the way it happens. So I’ll cuddle with him and pray for him and us, trying to get back to sleep, but while he falls asleep almost immediately I just get more and more awake.
Such are the follies of married life. I still wouldn’t trade it for the single life. Nope.
And, here is an embroidery I finished. I wanted to do something to remember our wedding. I worked a long time with my husband on the lettering and colors and border. Changed my mind several times on various things. Sure, some of the stitching is wonky. I never claimed to be perfect. But I had a really good time sewing this and I am very happy with the results. We still have to get it matted and framed, of course.
God bless you in your day.
Two bloggers I follow recently wrote of their separate searches to get back to what was really important in their lives, and what their passions were. They had gotten off track, had drifted away, and made compromises and excuses along the way and were not following their original passions.
Each blogger’s experience was unique and they each wrote about their experiences very well. Both have continued to blog about how well (or not) they are changing things so their original passions are more at the forefront of their lives and priorities.
I applaud their efforts and desires. The big difference between them and me? They are not Christians. It got me thinking of my own original passions. Do you know – not one of them has been fulfilled. Not one of them has come to pass.
A dream, a passion I have had for as long as I can remember, was to be a philanthropist. I have never had enough money to do that, though I have given where and when I could.
Another deep-help passion of mine has been to train and raise service dogs. I have never owned a dog. Until the past 7 years, I never lived in a place where I could even have a dog. I am now married to a man who prefers cats — he doesn’t want a dog.
One other long-held dream of mine was to become a camerawoman. Maybe not on movies at exotic locations; maybe just a TV show. But I was always very interested in doing that job. That, too, I have never done.
I dedicated many years of my life to raising my son. After he was killed I did fulfill a long-term dream of mine and worked toward my B.A. degree. It took me 7 1/2 years, but I paid for it myself while working full time and graduated suma cum laude. I have pursued and gotten jobs I wanted. I have traveled and I have hobbies, some of which I am pretty good at.
I encourage and applaud anyone who pursues a dream or passion. Even one they have to take up after perhaps leaving it behind for a long time. I have talked to God about my dreams and passions. And I am convinced that though I may never know why, I can rest assured that God’s plan for my life was best for me and there were reasons why I never became a philanthropist, dog trainer, or camerawoman. God was with me every step of the way through all the things I have done and learned and the interests and hobbies and passions I have pursued during my life.
I am content with what I have and the goals I have reached. God is good — all the time. His plan is best for me. What about you?
My husband and I recently had our one year wedding anniversary. We had been together as a couple for 3 years prior to getting married, so there were not a whole lot of surprises for either of us once we were sharing an apartment together. Some things I’ve learned about my wonderful husband this past year:
- He is quickly mollified and happy when I acknowledge when he is right about something. “You’re right” has probably stopped more arguments between us than anything else.
- Being disabled and not working, he has developed a different time sense than I have, who has a full time busy job. Something this works in our favor, and sometimes not.
- He likes to stretch himself. He likes to cook something he’s never cooked before. He likes to try new cooking gadgets. He likes to learn new things. He likes to listen to new viewpoints.
- He is not afraid to test himself and push himself physically, despite his disabilities.
Some things I think my husband has learned about me:
- I’m far from perfect, and sometimes I get cranky or impatient or forgetful (or, heaven forbid, all three).
- When I have the time and resources, I blossom when I can do creative things.
- My faith is as integral to me as my circulatory system, hair color, and skin color.
- I love to laugh at silly things and clever things.
We are just as in love now as when we got married. We work very well together, we compliment each other in personalities, we respect each other, and we try every day to make the other person’s life better and more comfortable. I thank God that we are together.
Last year I finally got down my New Living Translation One Year Bible and read through it. I’ve been reading through the whole Bible since I became a born-again Christian, over 30 years ago. It has never taken me a year to read through the whole thing — my usual time is a year and a half. I have never pressured myself to read through the whole Bible in a year — as long as I am reading it every day than that is the most important thing to me.
But I wanted to read my Bible in a different way, so I took down my One Year Bible that I had purchased years ago. I have enjoyed it very much! Reading the same thing in a new translation has opened scripture to me in new and fresh ways. Reading a bit of Old and New Testaments, as well as a little of Psalms and Proverbs every day was different and interesting to me.
But as the year went on I began to miss “my” Bible more and more. The one with the leather cover and my initials in it. The one with all the papers stuck in it. The one with highlights and margin notes and notes from my Study Bible and notes from sermons. I missed the feel of the pages and knowing just exactly where verses and chapters fell on the page.
So now I am done with my One Year Bible and I am back reading in “my” Bible. Oh, how I have missed the feel of your cover and the sound of your pages turning! Read your Bible every day. It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get through the whole thing. Just read it every day.