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Any anger I have felt, do feel, is more to do with what he put us through with his drinking. The song we first danced to after being married was “Smoke gets In Your Eyes,” and I did consider having that played as he was carried in. To someone else going through a major bereavement, I’d say: don’t fight it.
But, my friend reminded me his funeral was a cremation. His sister and I were actually giggling at his funeral. You need to go through it and express it in your own way.
After a significant loss, you are a different person.
A part of you is forever changed, and the emotional needs you have are also different.
As soon as the first hymn was sung and the minister started talking about my husband the sky cleared, the hail stopped and a rainbow appeared. I do have happiness from time to time, I do laugh and carry on, but there is always the sadness in the background. They didn’t understand why, after a year or so, I was still grieving. But I lost friends (people I knew offline, too) and was called “toxic” and “negative.” I was told by several people to “suck it up.” Support dwindles as people move on, they don’t realise that your moving on is slower than theirs. Dealing with the bureaucracy after he died was a nightmare.
I don’t mind my own company, but continually being alone is unpleasant. I asked the date and time of the medical and assured them I would have him there just as soon as I picked up his ashes from the undertaker.
I was so angry that the DWP hadn’t informed them of his death.
Whether it is about being a young widow, loss of a loved one, moving on after a relationship ends, survivor's guilt, the paperwork of death, how to help a loved one who is going through a loss, when support will be most well-received by the grieving, or even how dating in my early thirties was different than in my early twenties, ASK ME ANYTHING!
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In my mid-twenties my life was shattered when my first husband was killed in a car accident.