Hello everyone.
I’ve read a few of the posts on here, and it takes me back to a time when I never believed I could be happy or carefree again. My husband passed away in October 2015. Incredibly, 4 years have passed but I’ll never forget the man I married and shared many years with. Those memories are safely tucked up in a memory box in my heart, tied with a beautiful red ribbon. I wouldn’t dream of giving advice to anyone who has lost a spouse or partner - I can only tell you what worked for me. Firstly, I looked after myself. Was kind to myself and cherished everything and everybody who was precious and important to me - family and friends alike. I didn’t talk constantly about my husband, but did so when I wanted to - in other words, I didn’t hold back but allowed the words to come out naturally. I spent a good while in the early months doing exactly what I felt like, which for me was listening to lots of music, walking, watching the whole 6 series of Downton Abbey and resting a lot. Slowly but surely, I realised I wanted to go out - visit places, look round shops and gradually, I found myself again. My new found confidence and I think, my natural zest for life led me eventually to my meeting a wonderful man 18 months ago. Now here’s the thing - if anyone had told me this would happen to me, I would never have believed them. My husband was the love of my life, and I wanted no other. But I now have a new love, and I am happier than I thought possible. And it takes nothing away from what I had with my husband. I think, well certainly for me, that when we have loved, that capacity is still there if the right person comes along. I suppose the purpose of this post is to show that life can continue to be good and happy, and that if there’s a chance of this coming along, it should be grabbed with both hands.
