It would be 5 years

To my husband on this day:

Thank you for the time we had together. Today would have marked 5 years of marriage but it was not to be. We spent almost 12 years together and I am so appreciative of our time with one another. Our lives were cut short. I know you are safe and in heaven. Please keep sending me your good thoughts and watch over me. I need your guidance to help me navigate this new life. I was a lucky girl because you chose me and made me a better person.  

Who would have thought that death would hit us at such a young age. I miss you and our dreams. Please help me find strength to continue on. Thank you for visiting me I see you in the cardinal that comes by. I love you very much even though I struggle to know how to tell you now. I find that too much of your memory suffocates me right now. I am not willing to break down at every turn anymore. I stopped all that in April. Thank you for granting me answers and coming through twice with the medium. I know you want me to have answers and closure. (And I hope you’re right about that one thing but I don’t think you are I wish you would be, thank you for trying).

May you rest easy and be pain-free. May you fully know how loved you were on this Earth not just by me but by everyone lucky enough to meet you.

I could list all the things I love most about our life together and you but I just do not have it in me to do so yet. Instead I will leave this here.

No one’s ever loved anyone as much as I love you.

― Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

Our vows until death do us part….

  • His vows to Me:
    I am so blessed to have met such a beautiful and intelligent woman.
    You have a heart of gold and it is amazing how much you give of yourself to friends and family. Because of you, I finally understand what it means to love someone with all of my heart. I can’t wait to start our lives together as husband and wife.
    I, take you, for my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part.


  • My vows to Him:
    It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and accept you for what you are. I’ve been waiting, for what seems like a very long time, to get beyond what I am. Today, I marry my best friend, and the person I look forward to spending my time with most. I promise to support your dreams and walk beside you, giving courage and strength. I hereby pledge my faithfulness. I love you. I, take you, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part.


This is the last of the “big firsts” except for the anniversary of his passing I’m still standing somehow….


My support systems in grief: Friends & Family

I found a few things to cling to that helped me get by. And believe me some days I am barely getting by. I was hoping I could explore each of these in separate blog posts (some I have previously like EMDR and some to come soon).

  • Friends and Family (a very small circle that grows smaller still)
  • My Dogs
  • Yoga
  • The words of my husband during two medium readings
  • Work
  • Resources mentioned previously like Therapy, EMDR
  • Grief podcasts/books/blogs/articles
  • Music and the creative mind

I guess when I thought in the past of support systems. I thought automatically of PEOPLE. I was surprised to see that when I was preparing this post that this was only one part of my support system. People have their own lives, feelings, grief from my husbands loss (in some cases), needs, thoughts, etc. Not everyone should or can be there for you when you need them. And people are so dynamic that you as the Widow often do not know who to even let in and when and under what circumstances.

I was on the phone w my friend we will call her S. I was telling her the latest and greatest (sarcasm inserted here) in the life of the Grief Waves Widow (aka me). I mentioned something to her about support systems, knowing who to go to when and for what and how exhausting even that navigation is. I mentioned how I would love people to come to me with their issues. I have one friend who seems to and I so appreciate the normalcy of that reciprocation of problems shared. For some reason people think Widows have lost all their faculties when they lose their spouse. I hate being babied, talked down to, placated, and overlooked. I see this happening in my volunteer work where I do not even get asked things anymore because of what happened. Anyways… S reminded me that while I was complaining about how someone does not come to me for help and I would like them to versus a one-sided friendship. I really want this person to share themselves with me too because then I feel we are there for one another. She said well “aren’t you the pot calling the kettle black”. She said that even in grief I still struggle to go to people for help and support. And as much as I wanted to say that it was not  true it is. I am most comfortable helping others. I am very uncomfortable seeking advice and getting help for myself. And as time is marching on I am getting more and more quiet.

So far my biggest need for support from people has been in two areas. First, listening/being present with me when I am sad, confused, lonely, or broken about the loss of my spouse, life.  Second, helping me care for my animals when I take a couple of days to unwind at my parents house or when I have to travel for work which is often.

The share need to rely on other people makes me uncomfortable. I am usually considered by people to be very independent. This is the first time in my life I have had to admit that I need help. I hate this. I hate that my independence and strength has turned into insecure, unsure, and worse neediness.

When my husband was alive I took care of all the finances, made the big decisions, handled the household, the gift giving, the doctor’s appointments, the dinner plans, the date nights, hiring services for the home, the home building process, the home selling process, the cars, etc. He did not like to do any of this. I think we know why now if your following the blog, depression along with the fact that he was taught growing up that no matter what opinion you have it is probable that you are going to be wrong and jumped on. He stopped giving opinions and making decisions long before me because I believe he saw that this was not well received in childhood. He made mention of this to me several times in his life. I on the other hand was looking instead for a companion to share these tasks and this life with. It was a little overwhelming sometimes to do all that but I did it to make him happy, and because I knew decision-making, phone calls, handling things created anxiety for him. Someone may say well at least you were prepared to live alone, while that is true I am more prepared than someone who does not know where the coupon drawer and tax receipts are,  I never wanted this. And while it is true that I have the skill set of home management,  after grief loss you are so tired. There is even more decisions and things to handle than before and now you do not even have someone to talk to about it or bounce ideas to.

The scary truth about relying on people

  • They too are in grief over your same loss (in some instances)
  • They have never walked in your shoes (and do not know how to handle this)
  • They have walked in exactly your shoes (or so close to it) in their own grief loss you do no want to bother them and make them relive it
  • They have a life outside of you and you are afraid to call on them and take them from their families and spouses and children.
  • People give opinions which is good and bad depending on what you need and who they are
  • People want to fix things they cannot, answer for things they do not understand, apologize for things that are not remotely their fault, take pain away that they did not cause and this is all because they are being so good to you. They hate seeing you hurting. The fact is no person can really help you grieve can they?
  • Sometimes you let the wrong person in. If someone in your support system feels wrong, is there for the glory of saving you, wants to find empathy from your spouses loss (and yes this happens), or is there to keep you down…. identify them and let them go. I cannot tell you how quick you will see through this in your new no bullshit attitude. There are people who love to kick you while you are down. Do not become their doormat. Cut them loose fast.
  • Ah and my favorite pitfall… when you find a person you feel you want to go to the most, allows you to live again, allows you to feel like maybe you are a person again. They care about your well-being seemingly and you start to care back. Someone who was really just being a friend to you, but at some point you thought maybe just maybe it could be more. A small piece of your heart breaks away because of course silly they were just being your friend. If this person was only placed in my life to wake me out of the cold despair of what felt like another life ready to be over. Then that person has done something remarkable, making me smile and laugh when I didn’t think I could again. I am fragile, I am aware, I am here. I hear you. I respect your feelings. I do not like them but I think I understand them.

The positive side of relying on the RIGHT PEOPLE:

  • They only want what is best for you
  • They are rooting for your success
  • They are contacting you because they want to be helpful so continue to let them in
  • They truly hope that from tragedy you will find resiliency and love again
  • They know you were dealt a raw deal becoming a young widow and that you are shocked (in many cases they are too)
  • They may say things wrong sometimes but they are trying
  • People who walked in your shoes do get pained by reliving their grief loss story but they are willing to walk with you because they know what you need (selfless)
  • You have a small thread of hope (really tiny almost imperceptible because you were told no) that maybe by some chance that friend could see you as something over time. And this small thread means you have considered living, maybe even using your heart that you thought was black, and possibly finding love again. Hopes, desires, dreams are not completely lost after-all. A few months ago you thought it all died with your husband.

Thank you to my brothers, parents, and close friends (old and new) because even with all that said about the potential pitfalls above the fact is PEOPLE are very critically important to the grief process.  I am forever grateful. I am humbled by those of you who act as my driftwood keeping me afloat in the waves of grief. Some of the inner circle are those I would have expected to be there in tragedy and some are those I never would in a million years think would be there.  To each of you I will be here for you always and hope that you know that. Please start coming to me with things because I do not like being the Grief Waves Widow that no one brings their issues, happiness, and life to.

I will try to learn to ask for help without feeling weak or needy if you will try to let me help you too.

8 Months

Today it has been 8 months since my husband passed away. It feels like he has been gone even longer somehow. I forget so many of our good times and things about him already. The trauma has made it nearly impossible to remember. I was looking at photos and some video too. Hearing his voice and seeing him very happy is so jolting for me compared to the image of finding him. It is almost too painful to bare and I close the album for another day. I am home at my parents this week. I took several much-needed days off to try to relax and refuel. My happiness is seeing my family and old friends. I am quieter, more reserved, more reflective. I am probably not as much fun as I was but this is me at 8 months.

I feel like I have not been blogging about the suicide aspect as much as I should be. Suicide is getting a lot of attention these days in light of the show 13 Reasons Why. I am not one to watch the show. It is too much for me. However, I see both sides of the argument here. Some feel it glorifies suicide. Some feel it brings the issue of mental health, depression, and suicide out from behind the dark curtains of stigma and shame. I do think however it has brought the topic into many more people’s homes regardless of the show.

I see more people getting semi colon tattoos. Sharing their pain, stories, feelings about mental health. Maybe I see more because I have been through the tragedy of losing my husband this way. Maybe it is the positive side of social media, the connection we feel to our friends when we post our every thought and feeling. I think it is amazingly strong that people talk about their lives with honesty, share their good and bad moments, and provide us a window into their lives. Especially when the topic is depression, anxiety, mental health, medicine they take, suicidal thoughts, etc. For every person who opens up I believe we erase stigma more and more. I believe we have a chance at helping someone else who needs to be heard.

This is a great article and story about Oxford High Students and their approach to showing 13 Reasons Why NOT. Very impressive. I hope more schools will do this.

As I sit here at the 8 month mark I still have not decided what my role could or would be in terms of suicide prevention. I want to help people by sharing his story. When I look backwards with the knowledge of his death by suicide I can now see things that went on for years and some things that went on the days or weeks before. Maybe this can be my contribution. Maybe something I put here will make you consider if your family member is suffering from depression, suicidal or dark thoughts. Maybe they will get the help they need. It is very hard to write them down but I hope they will help someone. I am sure I will continue to edit and add to this list.

  • nap taker which could last hours
  • often complained of headaches
  • insomnia and sleep issues
  • a general look of not listening/disinterest
  • gave away something to a stranger I thought was odd
  • found out after he passed that he bought a large gift for a family member and did not tell me about it
  • pulled away from me and often did not get the phone
  • stopped joining me for activities
  • carried his gun around more than ever
  • seemed to be nervous about things in the world, paranoia?
  • strange statements out of the blue
  • watching dark movies that upset me and would not change them
  • not affectionate or loving toward me
  • out of the blue planned a party of friends to come over the night before I had a huge business trip
  • clutter and stuff started to bother him
  • never made decisions or stated his opinions (learned behavior to survive his childhood he said)
  • anxiety for things like finding new job, interviewing, change
  • took many things personally that others would brush off
  • never able to forget a perceived slight or actual slight
  • a feeling he was not good enough (“you need a husband who goes out more”, “all I am good for and do is get you food”
  • he never let me in fully, he did not tell me things or open up
  • he saw I shared my heart, thoughts, and feelings with him and sometimes he seemed angry at me for being able to
  • an overall dark cloud that turned into a huge impenetrable boulder that slept between us and followed us around
  • finding pills after he passed that I believe was Trazadone (not prescribed to him and not used correctly is my guess) **** See withdrawal symptoms of Trazadone (dark thoughts and suicide)!
  • quick to anger, quick to upset
  • a feeling of walking on egg shells with him constantly
  • often took everything I said wrong and got angry or upset


With help suicide is preventable. But like with anything (addiction, mental illness, life) the person needs to want help and be honest about their feelings and suffering. When we are not aware we cannot be supportive. I hope that suicide continues to be talked about. Because as we remove stigma people will fee safer to discuss the topic and feel less shame in communicating their feelings.

A good description of Suicide from the website Project Semicolon

  • People who experience suicidal thoughts and feelings are suffering with tremendous emotional pain. People who have died by suicide typically had overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, despair, and helplessness. Suicide is not about a moral weakness or a character flaw. People considering suicide feel as though their pain will never end and that suicide is the only way to stop the suffering.
  • Many factors and circumstances can contribute to someone’s decision to end his/her life. Factors such as loss, addictions, childhood trauma or other forms of trauma, depression, serious physical illness, and major life changes can make some people feel overwhelmed and unable to cope. It is important to remember that it isn’t necessarily the nature of the loss or stressor that is as important as the individual’s experience of these things feeling unbearable.
  • Suicide is the result of actions taken to deal with intolerable mental anguish and pain, fear or despair that overwhelms an individual’s value for living and hope in life.
  • While there is a well-established link between suicide and depression, each suicide occurs in a unique mix of complex interconnected factors, individual, environmental, biological, psychological, social, cultural, historical, political and spiritual, including psychological trauma (both developmental and intergenerational).

Widowhood, Grief, and Alcohol

When he died I would not touch the stuff. I barely ate the first few weeks. The only drink I consumed was a full week after he passed away. I just worried that if I started I would not stop. I also did not wallow in unchanged bed sheets for that same reason, or put myself into his worn clothing for comfort. Instead I stayed sober and alert and ask my mom to wash all the sheets and clothing immediately. I know that not everyone would have done this. It was not me being less sad it was literally a survival mode that kicked in. Some days I wish I could be the person who laid in the filth of days old clothing and sheets and smelled of him. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to keep his scent around me. But I promise if I did I would not be where I am today. I would not be coming to you in your living room on a blog about grief waves and resiliency. I would still be there wallowing because it would have felt so safe to be amongst his things.

Does any of this sounds like you?

At home you have monitored your intake. You want to be sure you are not over indulging alone in your house. You are conscious of each bottle you drink, how many drinks you have. You know for a while you had a bit more than you should have. But then you have that support person sending you happiness via text, call this person Distraction. You notice your intake is down to barely nothing. You have a person taking your mind of the sad loneliness for long enough to make you forget to have a drink that night. You are thankful.

Fast forward to the time when you start to attempt a new life for yourself outside of the confines and safety of your house. At the bar or out at a concert you fall into the fun of the crowd and the dream that your life could be like theirs (less complicated, more fun, happier). You watch in somewhat envy at the time they are having, their biggest worry may have been who will watch the kids, or who will drive home if we all drink. (By the way you are not so self-indulgent that you think none of them have issues but in this moment you are not considering those because they look like they are having the time of their lives.)  In this new life you are now considered SINGLE. You are thrust into the scene you thought you were done with. You enter the bar and you immediately are hit by the share number of people having a wonderful time. You too want to have that kind of evening. You tell yourself you will have one or two to loosen up. But sometimes two turns into more and you start to sway with the music, socialize, and live.  Then it hits you hard and fast. Alcohol is a depressant. After that initial loosen up moment you start to feel lively and then you start to feel sad shortly thereafter. You have had too much. There is no turning back to the happy side.

When you crash into sad mode you start to cry, feel sorry for yourself, and soon after despise the person you are even more than when you walked into the bar. You may be with people, you may be alone, but either way you need to go home. Home to the quiet again. You are embarrassed by your silent tears. You just wanted to be ok and have fun.

Then you Facebook message your friend to confess you messed this night up (again).  You say “alcohol and grief don’t mix”. Reply “Alcohol & many things don’t mix in a good way”… That is true. You decide that you will be on guard even outside the house and strongly consider not drinking anymore at all. Many people do it of course and it sometimes seems like they have less drama and complications. You decide you will limit the nights out entirely and be kinder to yourself and give yourself more time in terms of social situations.

When you are trying to avoid stormy waves, Alcohol needs to back off.

When to FALL and When to FLY

As you know crying and sadness is really tiring. It is not living. It is all-encompassing. Wallowing into my bed is something I just have not done. I have not allowed myself to FALL. Believe me I think it is great if you can pause long enough to let yourself fall completely. There is certainly no judgement in how you grieve from me. For myself however,  I just worried if I started to FALL I would not be able to pull myself back up from the hole I was in. I grieve in waves instead.

I want to FLY.

Just because I want to fly does not make me love him less, miss him less, or diminish him in any way. I believe he wants to see me FLY. I heard it from him in fact when I saw the medium. He said I would fall in love again and it would be great. He wants me to live, dance, and be happy. He said he would be sure he is not a scumbag. (a term I often used to describe some of my past).

Does this make everything easy? No, of course not! But, his blessing is certainly helpful and allowed me to step into life again.

Reading grief blogs I hear several things consistently from Widow(ers).

  • They feel guilt and shame for living, for having a good day, for getting a date, etc. I do not think any of our spouses wanted to die (even if suicide was the way they died like my husband). If they did not want to die then please explain why would they want us stop living?
  • The other consistent thing I see is if they do move forward they compare someone new or something new (house, job, etc) to when they were with their spouse. This really is not giving the new experience a fair chance. It is not giving you a fair chance at life.

I hope that other Widow(ers) will support each other and others will support them to start to live, to be fair to the new experience, and to have a good Life after Loss. Do not let fear stop you because Grief transforms quickly to fear. It will make you pause just try to swim through the tidal wave. If we could get a Widow Pass and FLY without fear of wrong decisions, broken hearts, dead ends, risk that would be wonderful but then we know that is just not reality. So we must be bold and risk mistakes, sadness, and even scarier additional losses. Somehow I think its the last one that holds us back the most.

I just read the Alchemist by Paul Coehlo and I must leave you with a few of my favorite quotes that make sense here.

  • “When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
  • “There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.”
  • “The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.”

Who to tell What to and When…

I sometimes feel like I should have a script prepared.  Maybe I should plan out what I will say when the inevitable questions come from the various people I encounter.

  • Where is your husband?
  • Wait how old are you that he died?
  • How did he die?
  • Was he sick?
  • Was it unexpected?
  • Did you know he was sick?
  • Did you have any warning signs?

The trouble is I never know when I am going to encounter a person who is curious. I never know which line of questions it will get into. I never really know what I will say and to whom.

I get asked by people who knew him well, people who knew him a little bit, people who only know me, people I just meet, people I will meet.

Think about how many different scenarios we as Widows would need to prepare for and I am sure I am missing many:

  • Family
  • Friends
  • Colleagues
  • Partners
  • Strangers
  • People who provide services to your family (Doctor, painter, etc)
  • Person at the bar who is interested in you
  • The guy online wondering why your profile says status: widow

It is nearly impossible to come up with all of the scenarios and the paths the conversations would take. Some people know he died, some do not, some know how, some do not. Because of my concern for his privacy I limit who I tell about how he passed away. Another reason is because quite honestly most people cannot handle it and then I have to deal with their feelings about that. I do not need to take on anyone else’s grief/fears/anger/questions in addition to my own (and neither do you).

So as Widows we decide who to tell what to for many reasons:

  • safety (does everyone working on our home need to know?)
  • privacy (his and mine)
  • self-preservation
  • to save them from what they cannot handle
  • because we compartmentalize our work/person lives as a general rule
  • because we are tired of the sad eyes
  • because we do not want your sympathy right then
  • because it’s Friday night and we are out to have a fun/normal time not a widow wallow

When is it the right time to tell certain people who you plan to? No rules on this one either so it is just a factor that we go along with.

How much should be shared? This varies with whom your speaking to and what you feel comfortable sharing at the time.

And then people wonder why we are in our heads a lot…. think about this a moment.

We wonder daily who to let in, what questions to answer, when to answer them, and to what level we answer them. We are constantly hoping we choose correctly.

Sometimes people ask at the wrong times or ask insane questions and you are in such shock that even if you had a script ready to go for that scenario you probably could not pull from it anyways. So we do the best we can with handling who to tell what to and when…

No one to tell – Loneliness

This is going to be a short one today. It is pretty simple to express. It is not something I feel every day and I had been feeling really great for the last 7 weeks or so until this week. This week I am weaker. This week I felt like I got another blow to my heart. This week I feel ALONE.

I feel loss of him most when I come and go. When it’s really good or really bad.

I feel it most when I have work business travel. When I land and arrive at my destination no one cares I’m safe. When I come home no one cares that I did. No one to tell.

When I am sick or need medicine or my inhaler fast there is no one to help me anymore.

When my work day is successful or I have good news to share. There is no one to tell.

When I see something cool, something frightening, something interesting. Who do you tell?

I feel ALONE. When I say no one that may sound harsh because of course people care. But no one is here to tell anymore that is my go to. I feel like I tell my brothers, my text friend, and my family, and friends. But it is not the same at all. I am still learning which people to get which support from. (another topic for another day and difficult to navigate as again no manual). I really screwed up this week on this one by the way.

The room can be filled with people who love and care for you. But without a person who loves you truly like a spouse would after all these years of being together… you do not feel anything but ALONE.

Sometimes I worry I will get hurt or die and no one will know for days. If I did not reach out to people and say how I am they really would not know. I work from home and I could literally disappear and no one would be the wiser.

Sleep deprivation as you ride your wave…

Well folks I think I was doing wonderful riding the waves of grief. I feel like I was conquering the big ones on my own. And then yesterday happened. Some of the vivid imagery showed back up to haunt me. One of the things I have not told many people is that one random day I could not find him. When I did it was in our attic and he was touching a beam and looking around. He had carried up some items to storage so it seemed normal. But I looked at his hand grazing the beam and I asked, “Hey is everything OK with the new home construction?” He said yes it is, look how beautiful it is outside from here. We had a window in the walk in attic space (which is really just a gigantic unfinished room. We looked out together and left the space side by side happily, so I thought.

So why is this entry about sleep and not negative imagery and needing more EMDR? Well because I had not slept good I was vulnerable to the darkness, the thoughts, less on my resiliency game. Less on my guard with people and what I should say and when and to whom (as all of you Widows(ers) know you do not tell everyone the same things and certainly not the same way).

Why didn’t I sleep you ask? You see I have a good friend who was having some girl problems. He took my mind off my grief and let me into his life. He treated me like a human not a widow. He always has since he found out. I would happily stay up late and debate the subtleties of the craziness of love and romance with him. Shoot years ago that was all we did. He was there for me too. We exchanged conversations on messenger until we both fell asleep. I was useful (or maybe not being I am hopeless romantic!). I was not just the sad young widow who had her husband taken away at 35. Thank you (I am studying gratitude too). So I went to bed late and I was dreaming when I woke up. Dreaming a good dream one of my best ones in a long time. I was actually feeling good about the day ahead not a cloud in site.

The bad stuff seeped into my daytime. So I let it creep into my conversation with another friend. A friend I think is good with me sharing this with them (maybe not?) . And I cried. I dealt with it I got it out. I let the wave swallow me for a short time. But I came out unscathed. And then I stupidly, opened up on another level to that same person that I had told I was crying. I said something to that person that was very scary for me. Something that showed I am thinking about them sometimes and curious. And then the wave hit me again and crashed me to the ground. This wave has another name it’s called LIFE. You see in life re-entry, as you start fresh, the universe does not care about your past and will knock your ass to the ground. It was maybe too soon, at the wrong time, it was definitely poorly defended and random. It was a weak attempt that should have been held back until I knew more details. It was unplanned. And the response in my opinion equally less thoughtful and not what I had expected to hear. But it may have been fair with no context, no explanations, no background. It was a feeler question that needed to wait. But our self consciousness is out to play as we are grieving. Our lack of relevance and purpose is out to play along with it. And we do things that we hope won’t ruin it. We try to jump in but really we are still looking for some drift wood because we are not good swimmers yet. We have a false sense of ability based on our sleep deprivation. We are sorry for how it came out. We are sad for the response but understanding. We hope sometime to have the right talk at the right time.

Sleep my friends. Sleep is good, it is nourishing it is replenishing. It is how you will ride the waves again day after day. I remember saying to that same person that I wish someone would just help me for a few days so I could sleep. Take me to somewhere quiet where I can be. Find me a lake or ocean to sit by and help me escape. So I could turn it off and tune it all out. Remember I only took off 11 business days when it happened.  It is excruciating when you are so sleep deprived that you are in pain. You wish someone would know what you need but they just cannot understand because their life path hasn’t been a big grief wave.

Sleep stole your strength. You looked weak. You dropped the ball and your guard at the wrong time.  Rest. Sleep. Nap. I promise with time you will be able to sleep a bit more. I believe it took me close to 5-6 months to sleep. I hope you will find sleep much sooner.


Secondary Losses

I am just beginning to explore this topic. After listening to the What’s Your Grief podcast on the topic I was writing down some of the secondary losses. The more time that passes the more secondary losses I notice. But what does this mean?

In my case the primary loss is the death of my husband. But there are all the small things, the nuances, the people who surrounded us as a couple, the friends who simply don’t know how to handle grief, etc that may also become losses. Here is a great picture from that helps to show what we are talking about. Considering making your own list of secondary losses because it is important to also grieve these.


  • Loss of my best friend/ my person/partner in crime
  • Loss of my confidant
  • Loss of the feeling that you knew your spouse (specific to a suicide or if you uncovered journals that was contrary to how you knew him in life)
  • Lost of trust (in your own ability to judge people, yourself, spouse who left you, friends)
  • Loss of memories (especially if you had a trauma and the good ones are gone)
  • Loss of a travel companion
  • Loss of security as I am constantly alone in everything I do and in the night-time
  • Loss of our coupled friends who do not know how to handle me alone now
  • Loss of my identity as wife and a reason to hold his last name
  • Loss of his side of the family (parents and siblings) as they have no tie to me anymore
  • Loss of confidence in myself because of how he died even though I know he was in pain
  • Loss of relevance now that there is no one for me to love, care for, cook for, clean for
  • Loss of all dreams of the future because they were tied to us growing old together
  • Loss of faith
  • Loss of the idea of having children at my age
  • Loss of our dream house/pool that we just moved into
  • Loss of help with the 5 animals I keep alive
  • Loss of help with the man stuff around the house
  • Loss of things that represented him around the house as you start to go through his things

Some are of course more important than others, some have a ton of impact, some do not. Some of these things can be as hard to grieve as the primary loss or wrapped up so closely into it. I have a feeling this is a post I will add to. This list is still probably being developed at this point. The reason it isn’t done is to be honest I did not think about the secondary losses in those terms until the podcast.

Consider taking a listen now.

Secondary Loss Podcast by What’s Your Grief

Status: Widow

WIDOW… I did not even know if that applied to me or if that was the male version (widower) I had to look it up.

I know I have to accept this term as it is what I am, a Widow. A woman who has lost her spouse by death and has not remarried. At 35, a widow?

I always pictured someone who is over 80 and wearing a cardigan all day remembering her young years with her grandkids as the image of a widow. The fact is with the mental health crisis, cancer catastrophe, and heart conditions in the world no one is safe from the big W. We are one stressful heart attack, one cancer cell, and one suicide away from making another young Widow (or Widower).

Signing paperwork to sell my previous home was the first time I saw it staring me in the face next to my full name. I could not believe the audacity it had to just glare at me that way. I immediately started to crumble in front of my realtor and the lawyer. Thankfully they were very kind and aware of my recent loss. The buyers were late to their closing so I was able to get out before they even walked in the door.

It sounds like I have a disease not that I lost a spouse, best friend, lover, and companion. Widow seems like a condition versus a status. I think I will find another word. I just do not know what it is. Maybe the W could be for Wisdom instead because we sure gain a lot of wisdom in short order after loss and grief.

I have started to say LATE husband which is another foreign one for me. If you say husband people are confused, he is not an ex so that does not work, you do not want to say former, so you are stuck with dead, deceased or with late. Seems like late is a nicer and softer way to say what is so sad and shocking.

As I try to re-enter my new life I have been forced to remind myself of my new status as Widow again. Check the box that best explains your status (doctor’s office, online dating, employment paperwork, etc). You are so used to checking married or single but widow is foreign for sure and one we just did not see coming.

Being a widow does not define any of us. We should not let it try to. Get up and grab life and live it. Seek out friends who do not treat you differently or look at you with sad eyes. Find the ones that bring life back to you. Thank you to those who do this for me.

Our spouses would want us to live. I know for sure that my late husband wants me to move forward and find love again while he watches over me.