Hello again. I have gone through a phase where I didn’t feel like writing my blog. I think it was a combination of not wanting to talk about this journey for awhile and changes that were happening in my life. Changes that were all for the good!
I have made immense progress since my last post. I am happy with my new normal and have created a whole new life for myself. I have also met someone who has brought a whole new dimension to my life. He is wonderful and so supportive of what I have been through. I wasn’t sure happiness a second time was even possible. It most definitely is! I have not dismissed my life with my late husband and won’t forget that life. What I have been able to do, is cherish and have gratitude for that part of my life and move forward with the rest of mine. There was a point in this journey, for me, where I had to sit myself down and really soul search what I wanted the rest of my life to look like. I knew that I definitely didn’t want to spend it alone. At this point I was mentally ready to find someone to share my life with. I have a wonderful relationship. It is definitely right for me and at this point in my life. I do not compare this relationship to that of my late husband, but there are some commonalities. This is a new chapter in my life and that is how I look at it.
I have also accepted the fact that friends from my “other” life, with a couple exceptions, are no longer part of this life. I have Blessed those previous relationships and have let them go. This has been a big step for me in moving forward. Not everything from my “other” life will or needs to move forward with me. It is probably healthier that they don’t.
To anyone who may be reading this and you are in the early part of this journey, know that life will get better. It will be on your terms and your time frame, but new life can and will grow back. I am not the same person now that I was the day my husband died. This has been a long and arduous journey. I have learned who are real friends and who aren’t. I have learned that most of the members of the medical profession “don’t get it”, even tho they think they have been trained on this. I have learned that people mean well, but are not mentally capable of understanding this type of grief unless they experience it.
I have come a long way from that night almost seven years ago when my husband died in my arms, sooner than I ever expected. I am proud of myself and proud of the other women who were also walking this same path at the same time with me.
Life can and will get better. I am living proof that it can!