By Michele Neff Hernandez —
It is an odd and frightening sensation to wish you were dead. After my husband died, I fervently wished I could die, too. The first time I read that grieving people sometimes fantasize about death, I was relieved. My entire life I had appreciated the gift of life; to suddenly and frequently wish it away was a disconcerting and lonely experience.
When my husband, Phil, was hit by a car, the initial shock provided a buffer to the complicated emotions that would gather to haunt me in the days and months to come. As the buffer of shock wore off, I was struck daily by the realization that Phil wasn’t coming home. It felt like Groundhog Day-every day I woke up with the expectation that the day would somehow go differently, and I would discover that Phil wasn’t really gone. Day by day, the reality of his death ate away at my desire to live.
There is a difference between wishing to be dead and being suicidal. My death wish did not come from a desire to stop living. It didn’t even come from a desire to stop hurting, though the pain was so intense at times I hoped it would kill me. My death wish came from a desire to be with Phil again. His physical absence was like a phantom pain in a limb that was no longer attached.
My death wish became a part of my daydreams. Jogging up a street, I would mentally challenge cars to run me over. On a plane, I would imagine a fiery crash that I didn’t survive. Hiking in the mountains I looked for wild animals that might want to make a meal of me. Driving alone in the car, I visualized my car flying over any ledge I passed. Every brush with imagined death was followed by the disappointing result of still being alive; continuing to jog down the street, landing as expected at my destination, a safe return from hiking adventures, and no crash over the nearest ledge. The longing I felt to be with him was a constant ache; the only cure I could imagine was joining him wherever he was.
As time marched on, the call to live gradually grew stronger. In the early part of my grieving, I desperately held on to two reasons to live; my kids needed me, our family and friends would be so sad if I was gone, too. All my reasons for wanting to live were about someone else; if it were up to me….beam me up Lord! There was not one personal reason that I could think of to continue living.
But healing has a way of sneaking up on you. Eventually, I recognized that my husband lived his life fully, every moment. He had an awareness of the value of life that influenced his daily choices. Reflecting on how he lived his life reminded me of the gift that life is, and he became a role model for me.
As I have begun the process of creating a life for myself without him, I have had to find reasons to live that are my own. I want to be a mother to my children. I want to make a difference in my community. I want to weave my husband’s spirit into the fabric of the person I am becoming. I want to bask in the joy of being in love again. I want to experience the adventure that life still holds for me.
The woman my husband married died with him. Grief has changed me, but I am proud of the woman that is emerging from the ashes of loss. Life is a gift to me in a way it never was before. The nuisances of life don’t bother me as much as they once did. Age-old adages like, “Take time to smell the roses,” actually mean something to me now.
The world can’t be the same place it was two years ago, because Phil isn’t in it. Somehow, that comforts me. What I am learning is that though many things around me are radically different, I can still be a whole, happy, grateful person. Ironically, my death wish has become a steely will to truly live. Phil would be glad to hear that.
Michele Neff Hernandez is the founder, and executive director of the Soaring Spirits Loss Foundation. SSLF is a non-profit organization committed to providing resources and support to people grieving the loss of a loved one. In addition to her work with the foundation, Michele inspires people as a motivational speaker and freelance writer. Through speaking to service groups, faith communities, Universities and hosting community seminars she has shared her thoughts on loss and hope with a variety of audiences. She is the creator of the Web site www.widowsbond.com and the Widow Match program.
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My husband died suddenly in his sleep in January of 2009 and I have had the same longing to be with him as you do. However, the only thing that keeps me going is my two daughters. I keep thinking that I have to be here for them, but it is so painful that Bob is no longer with us, that I really have to push myself. I’m glad to hear that you have reached a point where you want to live again.
I just lost my husband on 4/8/13. He developed the flu on 3/12/13. On 3/15/13 I took him to the ER. He never came home. He went into pneumonia which entered his blood stream and he went into sepsis. We were married 23 years. I am so lost without him. I keep praying to God that my ovarian cancer will return so that I too, could be with my husband again. I am not suicidal but I definitely wouldn’t be upset if I was told I only had months to live. Because then it would only be months until I saw him again instead of years or decades. Hopefully, I will get the will to live again but right now my pain is too great and my emotions are too raw.
So many people in so much pain – its truly heart breaking. My wife died of Metastatic Breast Cancer in February this year – she was my life, my love my one and only soul mate. I devoted myself to looking after her at home for the last five weeks of her life, paralized after a tumor broke her back. Four months on and today in particular I am still formulating thoughts on taking my own life – I just don’t see a life without her and each day is like walking waist deep in treacle. Thirty five years together and then they are gone – even though I watched her slowly die for nearly five weeks I still feel the acute pain and trauma of the shock of seeing her life end. I know their are many in the same position and I feel no sorrow for myself – just a deep sickness in the pit of my stomach. I have been lucky and had a great life, blessed to know some wonderful people – I really don’t now see the need for me to live any longer, other than my dear wife wanted me to go on and not let cancer claim both of us …….time will tell.
Love and prayers to you all – I am so so sorry for all your suffering.
My husband passed away in September 2012 and it feels like yesterday. We were married 28 years, together for 30 years. His aorta tore….and he was gone. There was no warning, no reason….just gone. I am at the 10 month mark and I am making progress, though some days it’s two steps forward, one step back. I too feel like it’s “Groundhog Day” and think every day I will wake up and it will turn out differently. But it never does. James is still gone. I have two beautiful daughters that I am living for. They deserve a parent that is whole and healthy and loving so I strive every day to become that person. And I deserve to BE that person! I have passed the point of wanting only to be with James in death….and you will too! I miss him every day but it is getting easier to deal with being the half that is left behind. I want to enjoy life. I want to not waste any time that I’m given. Someday I think I would like to find love again….only time will tell. To those who are in the beginning stages of grief, just hold on.
My family has abandoned me after my husband died and I have no friends. My husband was life. I have no reason to live without him and deserve to die. I should have taken better care of him.