Many people do not handle others' grief well and often are misguided in what to say. Widows tolerate more crap than widowers. Why do people think it is easier for women than men?
Widow Series- Cliches do not help the Soul
Wanting to scream if she heard, Everything happens for a
reason again as Carol sat patiently.
Another girls or do we call them Ladies get together.
He had a fall. Hit his head. Had a brain bleed. Was in ICU for
6 weeks. Surgery did not help. Bill died at 57 years old.
So Carol thought what was the reason. She wanted to scream-
Shut the fuck up at her dinner mates.
At 54 years old, she was not ready to be a widow. Not ready
to try to find another partner. So what was the reason.
Oh yeah. The grief journey. Take one day at a time. Grief
slows the days down so the day actually seems like a week.
Let sleeping dogs lie. So any family crap, well let it go. It
does not matter anymore. But it actually does. Especially when there is money
or property. Bill inherited stuff and property. It was Carol’s now. But some of
his family wanted it back. Even though they had been married for 33 years.
Still treated like some outsider.
Life goes on. Duh. Of course it goes on. The earth revolves
around the sun. Day becomes night. Night becomes day.
A bird in the hand is worth more than two in the bush. So who
the hell has a bird.
Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Carol felt
those inlaws were more enemies than friends. Yes keep them close because they
are not getting my stuff.
What goes around comes around? Oh yeah but not always. Some
people really do not get what they deserve.
Karma is a bitch. But life teaches us again that everyone
experiences karma. Whatever karma really is. Some very bad [people get to
continue their bad journey and get rich and richer.
The boys without their Dad. Just starting their independent
lives. The relationship was getting so much better. And now he is gone.
A rolling stone gathers no moss. Well to keep going. Keep rolling.
Do unto others as….. So what is the point.
A rose is a rose by any other name. My name is Carol.
Let’s move forward. Maybe standing still feels better.
Don’t drink and drive, Duh.
It was a dark and stormy night. Grief can be like a scary movie.
Watch your back. Hard to see out of the back of my head. So
with my back to the wall I can see in three directions and keep those in-laws
from trying to steal my stuff.
Better the devil that you know then the one you don’t. Yup keep an eye on those prying in-laws.
Don’t do something you will regret.
When you love something set it free….. I loved Bill. I set him free. But he is not coming back. Even though I want him back.
The apple/acorn does not fall far from the tree.
It is not over until the Fat lady sings. Well I am medium
build so maybe I can sing anyway.
October 20, 2022
Copyright-Barbara Di Mambro
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