Dear Dead Husband,

Dear Dead Husband,

It will be 6 years next month, since you died.

So, I think that’s more than enough time to conclude the following:

This widow thing?

This “you being dead” thing?

This “not what I signed up for” thing?

Yeah.

Not a fan.

I’ve decided I don’t care for this.

I will, of course, keep trodding along,

keep finding new meaning in life,

keep helping others,

helping myself,

blah blah blah,

all that shit,

because what choice do I have?

I would never end things.

It is not in me.

Even when I really want to.

Even when Im just so tired of trying,

that I feel like I cant function.

I wouldnt end things.

I would not cause that pain,

to those who love me.

And I would not give up on life,

knowing,

that you would give ANYTHING,

just to still be here.

To be able to live your life,

with me.

So I wont do that.

But I just wanted you to know,

that this shit sucks,

and that even though the raw, horrific parts of grief,

have mostly subsided,

NOW,

now is, in some ways,

even harder.

Because now I am living.

I am living again,

instead of just existing,

instead of just grieving,

instead of just trying to get through the day.

Living,

thats the hard stuff.

Searching for love.

The kind of love that I KNOW,

you want for me.

The kind of love that I deserve.

The kind of love that you would give me,

if you were allowed to still live.

You want that for me.

And I want that for me.

And thats how I know its out there.

I just wish it would make itself clear.

Ive been looking.

Ive been dating.

And dating,

and dating,

and dating.

Ive been dumped.

Hurt.

Betrayed.

Left.

Abandoned.

Cheated on.

Given the “you are beautiful and funny and amazing, but ….” speech.

Or the “You deserve love more than anyone I know. It just cant be with me” speech.

Or the all-time favorite “disappearing act”,

where they just exit my life with no explanation,

no reason,

no conversation about it.

Just, Gone.

I haven’t found anyone,

that sees my worth,

the way you did.

The way I now do,

because of you.

So,

this shit sucks.

And its not just the dating.

Its the living.

Doing life without you.

Its hard.

Very, very hard.

There are so many things,

I want to tell you.

Everyday.

I suppose that will never stop.

I just wish things were easier.

I wish I wasn’t struggling.

I wish money was a thing I had.

I wish I could stop stressing about finances.

I wish I felt more secure.

I wish I could afford to travel more.

To experience new places, new ways.

I wish I didnt always feel stuck.

I wish I knew what path to take.

I wish I had a clue.

Im writing my book about you.

About us.

About your life and death,

and my life now.

And I feel like I dont know how to end it.

How do you end something like that?

I dont know.

There is no ending.

No big life lesson to learn.

I was hoping,

that by now,

six years later,

that the ending would become clear to me.

That I would have found new love,

or some big revelation to it all.

But no.

What I have found,

is this:

The end, is the same,

as the beginning.

You are still dead.

Forever.

And this shit sucks,

forever.

The End.

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4 thoughts on “Dear Dead Husband,

  1. ” I haven’t found anyone,
    that sees my worth,
    the way you did.”

    This is exactly how i feel. Probably why i have given up looking . I am not gonna find someone that treated me like henry did or made me feel like henry did . He was an enigma. A one of a kind. Thats why i dont look anymore, dont date anymore. I just give up. I will just live my life alone. Its what i feel im meant to be . Henry and i always said we were each others “first and last loves ” well he meant it . Guess i did too. xx

  2. So very well said. Every word of it. I’ve resigned myself to just waiting it out. Another 20 years, perhaps (god forbid) another 30 years. Waiting, waiting, waiting until it’s my turn.

    • Sad isnt it . Sometimes i feel a glimmer of hope and other times i feel that im done . Dont know how people move forward anddate again Im so bitter i probably push people away with my aura and attitude. I dont know. Maybe someday someone will prove me wrong and show me love again. I have a small bit of hope , sometimes. Wish you luck on your journey . xx

  3. My Don died unexpectedly just like your Don from sudden cardiac arrest almost 2 years ago. I feel worse now. I’ve tried so many things to try to help myself get through this trauma – support groups, a ton of self-help books, going to a healing touch therapist to get my chakras synchronized, wearing a piece of amethyst in my bra to keep away negative thoughts, going to a psychic. Nothing seems to work. I get the most comfort from reading your blog and comments from your readers knowing I’m not alone in my struggle. Like you said, Kelley, the end result will not change. Our dear sweet husbands are still dead and we are left behind to find our way on our own. I don’t even think about dating because nobody would be good enough. I can’t thank you enough for being there for us.

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