It's been 2 weeks since my love passed, and each day is a mix of ups and downs.
I can keep busy with something or other, including going back to work, but as soon as I stop the sorrow comes over me like a wave.
Last Tuesday I was hit with the thought that I have been lonely for quite a few years as my best fried lost his ability to communicate early - now I realize I am alone. I have my adult children, I have my friends and family, but in the end I am alone. That was an unexpected realization that seems to haunt me now and loops in my head.
I had to fill out a passport renewal application this week and I had to list widow instead of married. How many times will that jump out at me over the next weeks and months?
Tomorrow I will receive his ashes at home along with the death certificate. I cannot define the feeling except to say it adds to the finality of it all and I am filled with apprehension and sorrow.
With the death certificate comes all the things we have to do in Canada to tell all government levels, banks, medical plans, life insurance companies, RRSP financial advisers, etc. that he is not alive anymore. I am feeling queasy just thinking of it. Some I can do over the phone or by mail, and others I have to do in person. I can only hope I can keep it all together to get through those conversations and save the tears for when I am alone.
His Celebration of Life is on the 29th so anyone from out of town had time to make travel arrangements. I hope celebrating who he was with friends and family will help the healing process and allow me (and the kids) to start moving forward with a little less anxiety about what comes next.
I can keep busy with something or other, including going back to work, but as soon as I stop the sorrow comes over me like a wave.
Last Tuesday I was hit with the thought that I have been lonely for quite a few years as my best fried lost his ability to communicate early - now I realize I am alone. I have my adult children, I have my friends and family, but in the end I am alone. That was an unexpected realization that seems to haunt me now and loops in my head.
I had to fill out a passport renewal application this week and I had to list widow instead of married. How many times will that jump out at me over the next weeks and months?
Tomorrow I will receive his ashes at home along with the death certificate. I cannot define the feeling except to say it adds to the finality of it all and I am filled with apprehension and sorrow.
With the death certificate comes all the things we have to do in Canada to tell all government levels, banks, medical plans, life insurance companies, RRSP financial advisers, etc. that he is not alive anymore. I am feeling queasy just thinking of it. Some I can do over the phone or by mail, and others I have to do in person. I can only hope I can keep it all together to get through those conversations and save the tears for when I am alone.
His Celebration of Life is on the 29th so anyone from out of town had time to make travel arrangements. I hope celebrating who he was with friends and family will help the healing process and allow me (and the kids) to start moving forward with a little less anxiety about what comes next.