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- Lost a loved one
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- 05/2013
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I really had to take a few teaspoons of concrete each day for several days, but finally I did something that I both had to do for my own sanity, and that ripped my heart out to do.
My most prized possession in all the world was our most favourite wedding photo which we had printed a large copy of and framed up in a very old frame that we spent hours restoring together. It held pride of place in the house, and just couldn't be missed.
The first month after Chris passed it was some comfort in many ways. As the second month moved along it became so painful to look at. I knew that I had to take it down, but I just couldn't do it either. Kind of like it was making the finality of death too much of a reality, yet actually having it hanging there seemed to make it even more of a reality.
I so struggled over this one.
Finally, after a few false starts, I managed to put my hands on it and remove it from the wall. I carefully wrapped it in a sheet, taped it all up and put it in the wardrobe in a spare bedroom, with my wedding dress.
Well hell, you know really I've just set up a situation where I'm going to have to deal with them both another day, but at least I dealt with it to this point today. I keep kind of staring at the tapestry that is now hanging there (which used to hang there before we were married and went into a wardrobe for the past few years lol), and telling myself to just stop staring at it and get on with it becoming normal ...
no, nothing will be quite normal ever again - it is what it is
My most prized possession in all the world was our most favourite wedding photo which we had printed a large copy of and framed up in a very old frame that we spent hours restoring together. It held pride of place in the house, and just couldn't be missed.
The first month after Chris passed it was some comfort in many ways. As the second month moved along it became so painful to look at. I knew that I had to take it down, but I just couldn't do it either. Kind of like it was making the finality of death too much of a reality, yet actually having it hanging there seemed to make it even more of a reality.
I so struggled over this one.
Finally, after a few false starts, I managed to put my hands on it and remove it from the wall. I carefully wrapped it in a sheet, taped it all up and put it in the wardrobe in a spare bedroom, with my wedding dress.
Well hell, you know really I've just set up a situation where I'm going to have to deal with them both another day, but at least I dealt with it to this point today. I keep kind of staring at the tapestry that is now hanging there (which used to hang there before we were married and went into a wardrobe for the past few years lol), and telling myself to just stop staring at it and get on with it becoming normal ...
no, nothing will be quite normal ever again - it is what it is