When my wife died very suddenly and unexpectedly from cancer the world looked different the next morning. Nothing had changed but the world and everything in it looked different to me. I remember looking up at the sky and the sky looked different. It looked enormous and I felt lost as though I was the only person left on the earth.
The world is lovely, but most things mean little to me now. I feel like I'm sitting behind a glass wall, looking at the world but feeling nothing
Colours, trees, buses all the things I took for granted seem strange in a new way, as if they are objects, obtruding on me, out of place and unwanted. I am hoping this does not last, though my grief will.
I feel she didn't die, we just can never be together. But it feels like I have died inside, if that makes any sense. Now I try to go on. Not much choice I guess !
Anyone have a similar experience they could make comments about?
