Within a few months of my husband’s death, I was sitting in counseling, reviewing my life, rethinking my future, and rebelling about the future prospects.
My counselor suggested that my social circle would no longer be “corporate” entertaining nor logistics with teenage daughters and their networking. What then? She commented that my circle would be women. I cried, I cursed, I cringed. Hadn’t the rug already been pulled out from under me and now another one shoved underneath without the welcome mat?
I was willing to try.
A friend of mine was turning 50 years old. She, like I, had friends who had never met each other. Friends who were gardeners. Friends who were dog people and animal recusers. Friends who shared in her jewelry making and church friends.
I invited them all for a “sleep over” as I lived deep in the woods at that time. My friend, Judy, was the common bond. We had heard about each other but seldom crossed each other’s paths. We shared a meal, shared stories, shared some dancing and laughing. We shared our lives and slept under the same roof that night. The next morning, another woman joined us for breakfast and the circle widened.
A tradition was started that evening as well. I had a fireplace surfaced with river rocks. I had written in chalk on the rocks, ” Happy Birthday, Judy!” Others suggested what else could be written up there and the tradition bloomed. Whenever someone spent the night, she was honored with a piece of chalk to write what she wanted on the river rocks. It stayed for others to enjoy and ponder.
The quotes spread on the wall and everyone who spent the night left a bit of themselves behind with me.
So my counselor was right. My social networking started with a birthday party for a good friend and ended by making more great friends.
In loss, there is always a gain. In darkness, light filters through. In your opening your home to others, your heart gets a chance to open again, even if in a small way.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you willing to open your heart and home again and again.
Susan Reynolds 2011
Tags: Depression
Thank you for this article Susan. Though I haven’t lost my husband, I had to make similar adustments after losing four family members in 2007. Some treated me as if I had a contagious disease and turned their grocery carts around to avoid talking with me. Others sought my company and encouraged me to tell my story. Today, four years after my multiple losses, I understand the power of friendship and human kindness. Like you, I try to open my heart to others again and again.
Harriet
My husband passed on 12/31/10 which was his birthday and I am having a very hard time. He had gallbladder cancer and lasted three years. I need to belong to a support group. Thanks
Barbara…
My husband and I had the same birthday, and his death was the death of something in me, but knowing it is the birth of other things. Celebrate his birthday in a different way, each year may be something to try. One year bake cupcakes and share with others ( his favorite flavor perhaps.) Another year celebrate with friends with his favorite pie or half a pie and your favorite half a pie. The feeling is there, now you can bring out your creativity and love and memories in the way you choose to support yourself. Remembering the way you supported him, you can support you. Sending you my support and keep in touch. Susan
lost my wife to cancer, your article is a great help to me..thanks.
@ yrregaren….
thank you for your kind response. it is often in the unexpected that delights come again to the surface. do not know your age, but with loss, comes some of the wisest aging I have found. ( not the easiest) Treat yourself with something simple today or head to a pub for some cornbeef and cabbage.. It is one of my favorite comfort foods! Blessings. susan