Widower Reflects on Grief
One evening in my bereavement support group, a couple of months after my wife Susan died, a woman spoke about how comforting it had been to be able to cry for her first husband in the presence of her new second husband. I told her that I hoped I might meet someone so tolerant of my love for someone else. She replied, “You won’t settle for anything less.”
I have been married for twenty-eight years to a woman I became friends with a few months after Susan died. Yvonne was patient and giving enough to let me grieve without demanding too much of me.
Second Wife Accepted his Grief
At times it was very difficult for both of us, and it took time to build trust around my grief. When I was able to cry for Susan in Yvonne’s arms, I knew I had found someone with whom I could make a lifetime commitment. At that moment I felt Susan joyfully give me her blessing.
As I grow older and look back at my life, I am awed by the unexpected twists and turns in my life’s path. A chance meeting at a swimming pool while visiting Susan’s best friend led to meeting Yvonne. I’d always wanted a child, but Susan couldn’t safely bear one; with Yvonne, I became a father. Falling off a ladder and breaking several bones led to a career change and financial stability for the first time in my life. Every step was an inflection point, though I didn’t know it at the time.
I am brutally aware that it could all come crashing down. Few days go by when I don’t remember that my wife or our son could die in a car crash, that I might die tomorrow and leave my family bereft. I don’t lose sleep over it, but I know that life is fragile and everything can change in a moment. The reality of that is terrifying and sobering. I am grateful for what I have every day. I don’t take any of it for granted.
Excerpted from Mike Bernhardt’s book, Voices of the Grieving Heart: https://mikebernhardt.net/order
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