...... are everywhere.
Especially here.
I am in San Diego for Camp Widow.
Which means that I am visiting my brother in law and his family before Camp Widow.
Jim's brother.
I come every year.
I love coming here.
Even with the memories.
And because of the memories.
Jim and his brother were pretty close.
Jim's death was almost as life-altering for his brother, as it was for my children and for me.
The first time I came here without Jim .... was more than very difficult.
It was excruciating.
There are pictures all over their home.
Pictures of Jim and me from past visits.
The last family picture we took .... on Thanksgiving the year before he died.
When I arrived here on Sunday, I walked into the kitchen and saw the computer desk, pictured above.
If you look closely, as I did when I saw it, this is what you'd see:
This is Jim, around age 3, with his arm protectively around his little brother.
I love this picture.
I didn't expect to see it.
Four years ago it would have made me cry from the pain it brought.
Three years ago .... the result might have been the same.
But this year?
This year it made me smile.
I love that little boy who grew up to be my husband .... with all my heart.
I miss that man .... with all my being.
Typing those words can still bring tears.
But the picture?
The picture warms my heart.
And that's a relief.
So for those of you who still feel the sharp pain of grief when you look at pictures .... or are reminded of a memory ..... hold on.
A time is coming when the pain will lessen.
And once it lessens .... it starts giving way to memories that bring smiles instead of tears.
It wont be able to numb the warmth and love in your heart.
That time is coming.
You will grow stronger.
You will start to live again, rather than just exist.
And memories .... and pictures .... will have the ability to make you smile.
So please hold on.
Even if the only thing you have to hang onto .... is one small post from one widowed stranger.
Sometimes .... the small things are the easiest things to hold.
10 comments:
Waiting for that day...waiting
This post made ME cry! I can't believe how much P. looks like him. What a beautiful post. Hope you are blessed richly and bless others at your camp.
I am going to have letibread this tonight. They are going to dinner with us. zoey will be forever on our mings iand I hope one day soon I will smile instead of cry when I see her picture. Thank you for these beautiful words. I love you!
Ok, I was crying when I typed my response so Leti will nor bread this but read and she will forever be on our minds not mings and and not land. It's kinda hard to proof read while crying. Again...thank you and I love you.
I too am waiting for this to happen. I'm already tired of just existing and it's only been 25 weeks (as of today but whose counting? Me that's who). Pictures are tortuous and yet sweet at teh same time. Right now torture wins - glad to know that one day that will not be the case.
I don't feel like you're a widowed stranger! I feel like I've known you for years, and that we are overdue to get together for a glass of wine...or several! ;) Pictures make me smile now after I slightly shake my head at where life has taken me so far.
Gosh, you are right on! Pictures in the beginning were devastating! I'm 5 years out and now pictures bring wonderful memories and smiles. Love the picture of your husband and brother-in-law!
Paula
Mollie .... name the date, time and place!!!!
:)
Augusta, GA! Your schedule since I have a 12 year old starting school next week! Did I mention I'm 52??? Eeek! I was a slow starter! ;)
Just a quick note to say this happened to me.
At first, I couldn't look at a single picture of him.
A few years into widowhood, I showed a couple of people our wedding album and didn't have a meltdown.
Eventually, I could handle his kid pictures (before I knew him).
Now, I love seeing our smiling faces together when the photos come up by surprise on my computer screen saver.
It happens... really! It just takes a lot of time. For me, about 4-5 years. I just wish we'd taken more!
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