How long until I can watch a movie during which someone suffers the death of their spouse via cancer and it doesn't make me feel that pain again.
No, the pain is not as intense... but watching the portrayal of that pain makes me remember what it was like... and how I felt... and reminds me of pain I had forgotten I suffered.
I rented 'The Boys Are Back". Ugh. This week I will share with you a few of the memories and lessons this reminded me of... If you find yourself also widowed and raising a child or children on your own... let the media help you heal. Rent it and cry.
I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope to capture the memories of this journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor. The faith. The hope.
Monday, May 3, 2010
WHAT WAS I THINKING
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