Bereavement wipes out everything

Another bad day more and more tears.doctor rang yesterday wanted to see me immediately thought i had a blood clot that could travel to heart and lungs and could prove fatal. It was weird I suddenly felt calm, uplifted like my wish to be with my DHwas being answered, sadly not to be, turns out tobe an ulcer which had caused leg to swell a lot as it was infected. I fell back to earth with a bump then more and more tears right thru the night. I dont want this new life i want my old one back.counselling not for me I get too upset speaking verbally nor do iwant meds they just mmask tge pain when u stop your problem is still there. The seep pain i am feeling is born from thedeep love my DH and I shared why would I ever want to wipe those memories out they were 57 wonderful years. I have to work thru it even though i have no idea where the end of this heartache is going to be. My love for him will far exceed eternity he was a wonderful man i ache to ve with him. Take care thinking off you all on this heartbreaking journey.

You never get over the tears but please don't fight them. Let them flow if you don't your chest will hurt well thats how it was for me . The feeling of being alonr never stops but it takes years to cope. As I have said before this is just my experience .

I am in Lancaster for 5 days hols. Walked over a lot lot of cobbles stones and my stick slipped lot of times and all I could think was where is he to save me. I didn't fall luckily . But my husband was always there . We saved each other in it lot of ways .

The feeling off this shouldn't be my life I still feel. But I know my husband would be flabbergasted the things I do. But I don't do or go to places we went together those memories are to precious. Unfortunately when my health got worse in 1988 I lost some of my memories of our courting days. I can look at a photo and no idea where or when it was taken. And it still hurts. I feel like I am betraying him.

All the things you are feeling is because of love. For many of you your loss is worse as you had decades more than I did. But it all boils down to feeling the same.

How do you stop being a couple the answer is you don't. You are alive and the love of your life is dead. But not in your heart and mind . And its hard and will only get harder. I used to count hours, days,weeks,months then you find a year has gone by then another . For years I hated 1.27pm on Friday . But my eyes always went to the clock watching the count down from 15 minutes past no matter where I was.

Each day feels like walking through treacle one step forward 2 back. But i never want to stop feeling that because it makes me fight to keep the promises I made him . It's what gets me out of bed every morning.

You all know what your spouse or partner would say to you and what they would want for you and that's to live .

Do all of your realise how much courage you have by posting on here. As its hard to write how you really feel. But here there is no judgement only support ,understanding and friendship.

Things you can't say to anyone in real life you can say here. I know writing my rambles helps me because the words are out of my head .

No one expects you to ever stop grieving as without true love with the other half of yourself you wouldn't grieve.

It's hurts but some people live their whole lives and never know the pain we feel because they have never had the love and the feeling of being whole .

Hopefully this makes sense to at least one of you . Keep posting and get the words out of your head it won't stop the grief but better than feeling unable to get through the next hour or day.

116 123 is the number of the samaritans, i believe, too, Mystyeyes.
They will listen, any time, night or day.

Mystyeyes I am a widow of five weeks standing and understand how devastating this can be. I have moments of despair, too, although I do have support from my AC and friends and there are lighter times as well.

Have you tried to access any professional help from your GP or other listening services? Your children may simply be at a loss as to how to help so outside help could be useful. I know it seems a huge effort to have to make, to start off the process, but it might come as a relief to you to share your sadness.

Take care. X

Have you been in touch with anyone about counselling?

It sounds as if you need someone to listen without judgment to all your pent up grief.

My family feel i should be over the tears, im totally heartbroken and a long way off that. They are causing a rift. I am trying to distance myself .I cant imagine ever coming through it hes my world imconstantly crying not sleeping or eating just want to be with him its 88 days today cant believe hes not here, not sure where i should be dont know where i fit any more. Found myself shouting at DH before, never ever shouted at him when he was here its crazy. Had chest pain since day he passed like im carrying a heavy load.thankyou for your kind words much appreciated.

You are very early into your journey - twelve weeks is no time at all to be expecting anything of yourself. As Doodle says, be assured that, like the rest of us, you will learn to smooth out the bumps in the road and life will feel more like living again. There will always be times when you’ll struggle. I do now, after four years. But it will be bearable. There will be a small tear in the fabric of this awful existence that you will whittle away at to reveal new possibilities. When that time comes, you won’t turn your back on it and let the tear heal. You’ll craft something new and different that will still contain everything you loved about your husband, but those memories won’t be raw and painful. The intense hurt you are feeling now is a necessary part of your grieving but it doesn’t have to shape your future. I wish I could take away your pain. All I can say is, be kind to yourself.

It feels like my whole world gone, some folks just dont understand. Talking would be good, catch you later thankyou. Hugs back.

Mystyeyes you probably won’t believe me if I tell you I know how you feel. When I felt the same I thought I was going mad. Other people seemed to cope they weren’t at their wits end.
I phoned the GP in a state of panic. They asked if I intended to harm myself but I assured them I would never do that to our family but I just felt out of control and spiralling.
Unique though these feeling feel to you i assure you others have felt the same. Not everyone, because marriages can be different but lots of us have such great love for our husbands.
I am still here and living now. Doing things. You will get by I promise. Sorry I have to dash out now but I will come back and talk to you again if you want. There are many here who understand. Hugs.

Todays been a really bad day, cant think straight cried most of the day, dont know what im supposed to do, not used to being alone dont know where im meant to be feel like screaming not coping without my DH, doubt it woll ever stop hurting i love him so very much. Im in bits today its the 87th day without him. I am heartbroken , cant eat sleep or focus on anything I so want him back, sorry nobody to talk too have to unload stuff. Thanks for listening. Im just hurting so much .

I suppose my sitting in gods waiting room is my urgency to be with my hubby and i cant see any life for me without him. He waa my world. The night i met him he came into a club. Said to my friend im going home with him and i did, i left the club with him and never went home again . Married him twice 1st time in a registry office then 25 years later renewed our vows in a church for our silver wedding i would do it all again in a heart beat. I looked at seceral forums not confident enouh to register with any. Then at a low point i came back to this one so in need to talk took bull by horns and joined. So glad i did the people are lovely, kind Sympathetic because of their own experiences. The last 4 years of his life he had health problems several things, he has heart problems several mini strokes copd registered blind,and dementia. He lost a lot of weight he was poorly, I became his 24/7 carer he wanted to live at home and i was happy to look after him i would do it all again just to have him back. He ended up in hospital with sepsis on his kidneys and 3 days later he quietly slipped away while i was there visiting, even the doctor said he wasnt expecting it. The house is still the same as when he was here his stuff everywhere it brings me comfort. I uses to think dying of a broken heart was just an expression ive since found out it is possible it can happen. Its amazing how a strangers words can help ease the pain, and I thankyou for that. Take care.

Mystyeyes11 heartbroken is exactly what its like for the love of your life to die. Yes everyday is a challenge. But would your husband want you to give up. 75 isn't old and unless you are dieing from an illness you could live 10 or more years yet. What would he say to you ? You know deep down what that would be . Grief is never ending. I was born disabled and born with a hole in the side of my heart. It was my fit healthy husband who got grade 4 malignant meloma was given 5 years to live he lived 3. He wanted to reach his 47th birthday and died 4 days later at home with our children.

I am glad you can write the story how you meet and hope you write about your life together . You are braver than me . There is no way I could do that. When it would have been our 40th wedding anniversary I wanted to look at our photo album but couldn't but I did days later. And remembered all the things that went wrong that day. It was a mix of happy and sad tears.

I always believe as long as 1 person remembers the loved one who dies they live on . I like my husband are an atheist. What gives me comfort is part my husbsnds DNA lives on in our children and grandsons.

But like I have said I owe it to him to live the best life I can and its hard. But its what he wanted. I have already had my brush with death. But to stubborn and my temper won't let the grim reaper have me yet. My husband is always with me in my heart and mind. He was and will forever be my one and only true love my rock and because of him I get through whatever life throws at me . Because I know he wouldn't want me to give in .

Do you realise you are showing your strength and courage and your undieing love for your husband by posting here. I am sure he would be proud of you. You may not think you are brave but you are .

Thankyou Macaydia for your very understanding advice. My heart is truly broken ww were 2 hearts beating as 1 we were so close we often had the same thoughts at the same time when he passed he took mine with hom i am ledt with fragments of a heart which is crumbling by the day. My love for him is so intense. 2 of my daughters have their own thoughts on what they call "my behaviour" which doesnt align with how i am feeling hence now no communication. I am not depressed or suicidal but i am truly heartbroken, every day is a challenge i cry all the time, i am now in gods waiting room waiting for my turn i am 75 now hopefully wont have a long wait and csn then be reunited with my wonderful ,magnoficent husband. Im trying to get through without getting meds of a GP. My love for him is so intense so I guess thats why my grieving is too. Ps please ignore any spelling errors im doing this thru floods of tears which is how every day begins. Thanks again for your advice. I am in middle of writing tge story of how are life togethwr began also got 5 photo albums on the go, i love looking at his pics. Ive also up to now ,on counting, have got 60 photo frames various sizes a lot wall mounted with large pics of him hung all over the house from the front door on , his warm loving smile greets me when i come in stops house feeling so cold and empty. I spend hours thru tears working on hos photos in a bid to keep him alive and with me. I bought 3 journals which i haventstarted to write yet. A Life well rememvered lives on. Take care.

citygirl I know you don't feel what's the point. I know when my husband died I didn't see the point in washing ,brushing my teeth or getting dressed. But I knew I had to because I would be letting my husband down if I didn't. It's like walking through treacle those first few days, weeks ,months even years . I call the first 10 year's early grief but that's my experience. Grief doesn't get easier but I found coping does. I do all
the things I do because my wise husband knew what I needed to live without him that was a series of promises and have kept everyone for the last 22 years. But I couldn't do the main one until I moved to the north west in 2019 and that's live the best life I can and I do.

After my husband died aged 47 I had my parents and my in law to look after. I had no life I existed. Our home was just a house. I heard my husband come through the door ever night at 6.30 drop his 2 briefcase in the porch and shout hello Whiff and I replied hello hubs. I still saw him sitting in his armchair laptop on his lap and files round his feet.

That stopped when I moved . My armchairs are identical so don't know which was his. But I do still see my husband if I have had a rant at him or very ill.

I would say to everyone talk to your loved one every day I have shouted at my husband for dieing, blamed him if he hadn't died our son wouldn't have dumped our side of the family, swore at him ,but also told him everything that our grandsons have done. My daughters boys. But I see him with that stupid grin on his face my knight in slightly tarnished armour as if to say feel better and I do.

Grief for a spouse or partner is an individual things and its lonely. I am lonely not because I live on my own but lonely for my husband. He is the only person I want but he had no choice he had to die his cancer was to far advanced and he fought for 3 years . But he was in agony, unable to breath on full oxygen and unknown to this day because he didn't want them to know blind all he could see was people as black blobs. I had to tell him to stop and we would be OK. He died few minutes later. But there is never an okay.

Grief takes its toll on yout physical and mental health took me years to realise that but at 45 why did I know about grief like that.

Just get through each day the best way you can its all you can do . But please eat and drink and I don't mean alcohol. And look after yourselves only wish there had been someone to tell what I would go through. So hopefully my experience has helped one person .

Doodle if I remember correctly its hasn't been to many years since Mr D died. For me and many others like yourself grieve does not fade. I know in my case it gets worse over the years as my husband has missed so much. He always wanted to be a grandad unfortunately he died to young to become that. Even thought my son estranged me 6 years ago and will never understand why but not just me but all over side of the family. I hope he does tell his 3 boys about his dad.

My daughters 2 boys love hearing grandad stories and great grandad and great nannie ones to. Family history is important well that's how I was brought up and had past it on to the children when growing up. My brother isn't bothered about family history but he has just become a grandad and my niece may want to know about so she can pass things to her son.
Grieve doesn't have to be a negative thing as I have said on other threads and here my rage and anger over my husband dieing gets me through everyday and thankfully after 14 months of my health deteriorating since March back to my normal self. But my grieve kept me fighting to do things I wanted even though my mobility and speech was effected.

Thankfully havjng my mobility and speech back and enabled me to join a contemporary choir. My cheeky daughter the first night said what out for stray cats 🤣 did say to the choir director if I sound like a foghorn please tell me turns out I am an Alto. Am loving singing.

If we didn't love then we wouldn't grieve . I would rather grieve than never feel the love my husband shared. Losing half of myself was the price I was willingly pay to be loved so deeply and found the other half of me and my husband found the other half of himself in me .

I lost my darling hubby in February after being bed bound for a year. He was 67, I am 64 and devastated...i dont think i have ever felt so much emotional pain in my life...I have no else but one adult daughter who sadly broke my heart when she didnt find it necessary to give me much comfort or company in the weeks following his death. I have known total and utter despair and had no one to help me. Now i have to try to look forward to a lonely life ahead. Saying im sad doesnt even begin to touch the horrendous feelings im going through at present. How do you carry on and begin your life all over again?...Im not interested in anything.

Marlow the point is the OP said that “grief does eventually fade away”. Not my grief eventually faded away making it her own personal opinion but that grief in general faded away.
As you say grief is individual so for someone to make a statement that for everyone it will gradually fade away is incorrect.
That is why some felt the need to contradict the OP.
For some grief will not eventually fade away and we take exception to being told it will. It is one persons opinion not a fact.

marlow the OP doesn't state whether she is bereaved or not. She isn't dismissed but as you put it. But lot of us including yourself are widows. Try reading some of the other threads on this forum and perhaps you will find a thread that you can feel better about posting on.

Hello everyone

I've only been reading gransnet for a few weeks and it seems to be a lovely, supportive community of caring people.

However I've got to be honest, I don't understand why, when everyone agrees that grief is unique to each individual, the original poster's opinion was immediately dismissed. It seemed to me to be a genuine heartfelt opinion intended to be supportive and yet it was met with a condescending reply and even a question about her own grief experience as if there's a scale and maybe she didn't qualify to have an opinion, even being referred to as 'glib'.

This is my first post and will possibly be my last as I'm sure I won't be popular but I think she has been treated quite unfairly for posting a lovely, supportive message and I find that difficult to read.

PS in case you're wondering, my own grief 'credentials' are that my beloved husband of 55 years died of cancer three months ago.

Dear Mystyeyes11, it is dreadful - so many of us have been there. One day at a time, even one hour at a time. It’s ok to let it all out, do it. Do your best to eat, sleep, get out, even tiny amounts of each is a bonus and an achievement. I wonder if you can find some bereavement counselling as well if it is available. Talk to people if you can and tell them how you feel.
We are thinking of you.

Its 12 weeks today since ny darlng hubby passed away.i am in bits been together since i was 17 we had 57 years together .ww were very close always just the 2 of us, didnt socialise was very happy with each other. Now im alone i cant eat, sleep i cry continuosly i love him so very very much my heart is broken, dont know which way to turn .

Thank you everyone for sharing your stories, feelings and grief. DH died of cancer 17 years ago aged 70.
No, the grief and pain never go. It is such hard work. I try so hard and have slowly found a self again, not the person I was, but a new person - sadder, wiser, kinder I hope, and not without joy. I am marked for ever by his love and long to see him again somehow, somewhere...
We are all doing our best. Love to all.

... thank you for that poem Daddima.

I'd bet it resonates with many on here.

While I had my grief you were not lost. This explains so much...

Training in bereavement, we were talking about loss, and had to choose something we had lost. I had recently lost an address book ( remember them?) and the object was to illustrate how often, even with the passing of time, the loss can be felt anew. How true it was, and even many years on I can still think of information which would have been in the book!
We also mourn the loss of a perceived future, and reminders of that can pop up at any time too, always accompanied by the background pain others have mentioned.

THE HEAVY STONE.

My grief was a heavy stone, rough and sharp.
Grasping to pick it up my hands were cut.
Afraid to let it go I carried it.
While I had my grief you were not lost.

The rain of my tears smoothed it.
The wind of my rage weathered it,
making it round and small.

The cuts in my hands have healed.
Now in my palm it rests,
sometimes almost beautiful,
sometimes almost you.
Averil Stedeford

Published in The Long Way Down – Poems of Grief and Hope

My thoughts are with everyone here experiencing bereavement.
Some of you have described very well how it feels, particularily thinking of your loved one all the time, even when busy, and briefly thinking of something to say to them, and then remembering.
For me, I feel less resilient in old age and feel things will not improve with time, though I am more positive in public.