much you have lost. I wish we could have a conversation about the trauma you went through and I could tell you about mine, 8 months after my sister ended her life.

Do you have a pastor or close friend to talk with, asks the non-believer. Please take care of yourself.

I said good-bye to DU last week, but couldn't bypass your post.

I'm a non-believer in that way too. When I met Kathy, I let all my real-life friends go so there would be enough room for her. So like in my gliding days, I'm alone in the cockpit. I have a good therapist, but she seems to pop me into my left brain where all the words live. This is a great huge lump of inchoate right-brain stuff.

I'm so, so sorry about your sister. I lost mine thirty years ago to throat cancer. Apparently the grief never goes away.

Thanks for your kindness.

Or is it too hard to even concentrate? You certainly wrote a compelling post, would writing your memories and thoughts maybe help? I think you may have a talent for writing and it could help others who have or will face the courageous path you have trod.

Words helped before she died, or afterward when I was still in shock. They helped keep things in order. But there is no order in this place.

Thanks for speaking up.

It should hurt, something that important should hurt. There are not many times in your life you will feel what you are feeling. Its something so human and so important, so rare and so special. It is a huge part of what you are, of what we all are. It makes us human as human can be. Accept and embrace it, but remember that as much as it seems like everything, and as much as you want it to always be everything, one day it wont. It will turn into another part of you and make you stronger and wiser, kinder and more human. Its a long road, and all the rest stops are closed so you just have to keep going, but you will know when you get there. Hope this helped just a little.
Eko.

I was arrogant enough to think that my facility with words gave me a handle on it.

Heh.

Yes, it helped. Thank you.

This always resonated with me, I can rarely watch it without crying but it is always a good cry.

but I often read threads. You do have a wonderful facility with words, and you have had posts that are very insightful and helpful. I have nothing to offer you that would help you on this incredibly painful journey, but I do want you to know that you have touched the soul of a stranger by sharing some of your experience. Thank you.

there is a DU member named GliderGuider whose wife is/was dying. He hasn't posted since late May, however. If he resurfaces at some point, perhaps the two of you will find you have even more in common.

https://www.democraticunderground.com/~GliderGuider


All the best to you.

I had to change handles because of a dispute with the moderators. That's me.

especially within our DU community.

Didn't realize that you'd changed handles here.

After a loved one dies? There’s almost a little giddiness at first, especially if there was suffering.

I recall after my dad died relatively young (I was 43) it hit me in waves and at unforeseen, random moments. I remember one time seeing through a window what appeared to me to be a father and adult daughter meeting up, and it set me off.

Is this some of what you are experiencing?

Sending you love and concern!

I was very giddy at first. Then came the waves - determined efforts to keep it all in order, followed by collapse.

It was my 67th birthday on Sunday. I spent the weekend with my very aged parents who don't have my emotional nature, followed by two days with Kathy's mother who is caving in under the weight of her own loss. Now I'm back home, alone. So I guess it's no big surprise that I'm feeling like I was hit by a truck.

Pet?

He's getting a lot of attention these days.

The best!

I’m happy that you have Buddha. What was his relationship with your lovely wife?

He and I were completely bonded, but he took to her like a duckling to its mom. She was a dog whisperer - she could hear him, and he could hear her. When she arrived he was completely out of control, running my life. Within four months she had him trained and happy. He would spend hours sleeping at her feet as she made her art.

Thank you for this memory!

I suppose he is grieving, too?

Well done!

😄👍

but not a partner like Kathy . It can really suck. Peace

There are at least two people whose loved ones used Oregon's Death with Dignity act to end their lives. Most of us were the primary care givers for our loved ones.

I'm still new to the support-group landscape, I just started to crawl out of the wreckage a couple of weeks ago. The Canadian MAID program has been going for over a year now, so there will be some caregivers out there.

But I think what you were hinting at is right - it doesn't much matter how a person dies, and other ways can put a lot more stress on caregivers than an assisted death. All survivors need support of some kind.

Thanks.

So sorry to hear what you are going through. I lost a daughter at 4 months to SIDS: you never really get over it. The pain just dulls over time. I still never know what to say to someone who has lost a person close to them because I can't imagine what anybody could have said to me that would have helped in my own loss. Rest assured though, you are not alone.

I's deeply sorry for your loss too. It helps just to know I'm not alone, because grief can tell some cruel stories about that.

But they make point of providing counseling for the survivors. They would certainly have experience with this kind of grief.
Best wishes as you trudge through this vale of tears.

And yes, there is a counselor I can contact. It's amazing the extent to which my brain has frozen up over this!

Brain freezing is part of grief, depression, sorrow, the part that tells you there's nothing you can do; it's always going to be awful. Good luck!

Your writing about this has been enormously helpful and inspiring to me, and I bet to others.

Of course it hurts like hell.

You lost part of yourself.

I look at some of her artwork now and then and I'm awed by the beauty she saw and captured and shared.

The artwork is still there.

Your love is still there.

Keep going, one day at a time.

It doesn't "get better" but it gets different. The pain transmutes. It's part of you too, but the love and the beauty are also still there.

It's complicated.

Keep on keeping on.

We're here.

warmly,
Bright