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Well, after having been chastised by so many here
, I will say: I know I am not crazy, just crazed, shocked. However, I will continue to use my nickname just so you know it's me posting.
The wake was Wednesday, funeral yesterday. I didn't want Wednesday to end. John & I are such social people, and seeing everyone, talking about him, hugs from all.... I won't say I enjoyed it, but since God said I had to be there, it was not as grueling as I had imagined it might be. I wilted twice, but someone came to my rescue.
I dreaded Thursday. The finality of everything scared me. Our two older girls wrote letters to their Daddy & our pastor/friend read them out loud. My dad spoke and I really thought that would tear me up, but he has such a gift for speech. He made me smile. An old friend (whom I had never met) got up and continued to make me smile. As he said, he knew John during their Wonder Years, Wonder if they'll make it out alive. (Something like that.) My SIL read for her DH, my twin-in-law.
Then I got up and spoke.
I spoke truthfully, pointedly, and did not faulter. Strength beyond all understanding propped me up. If there is one thing I wanted to do for my Husband, it was to speak that day to our marriage. How it had blossomed into something wonderful, the way God intended holy unions to be. Yes, my hands shook, I breathed deep frequently, but I accomplished the task that was placed on my heart.
Then I ReALLy wilted.
But I surrvived, and will continue to do so. I have purposed to raise our children in the manner my husband & I set out. They will know his ideals, his values. Hopefully, in their adult lives, they will choose his way, the high road, to live their lives.
Yes, I sound calm and collected right now. There are times when my clarity of mind astounds me. But then I hear his car door, him throwing his slippers in the closet, his chair being put in the recline position. I think I hear him waking up, the water running in our bathroom upstairs. All these things bring me to my knees. The void I feel is indescribable. And I fear it will only grow.
Well, this not so Crazy Griever, is going into melt down.
Thank you all for your words of comfort, support. Today my twin-in-law and I will be spending some time together, then he and his wife head back to MN. The aloness scares me, too. We both love to have people around. And now, save for our girls, I am too alone.
Vicki
, I will say: I know I am not crazy, just crazed, shocked. However, I will continue to use my nickname just so you know it's me posting.The wake was Wednesday, funeral yesterday. I didn't want Wednesday to end. John & I are such social people, and seeing everyone, talking about him, hugs from all.... I won't say I enjoyed it, but since God said I had to be there, it was not as grueling as I had imagined it might be. I wilted twice, but someone came to my rescue.
I dreaded Thursday. The finality of everything scared me. Our two older girls wrote letters to their Daddy & our pastor/friend read them out loud. My dad spoke and I really thought that would tear me up, but he has such a gift for speech. He made me smile. An old friend (whom I had never met) got up and continued to make me smile. As he said, he knew John during their Wonder Years, Wonder if they'll make it out alive. (Something like that.) My SIL read for her DH, my twin-in-law.
Then I got up and spoke.
I spoke truthfully, pointedly, and did not faulter. Strength beyond all understanding propped me up. If there is one thing I wanted to do for my Husband, it was to speak that day to our marriage. How it had blossomed into something wonderful, the way God intended holy unions to be. Yes, my hands shook, I breathed deep frequently, but I accomplished the task that was placed on my heart.
Then I ReALLy wilted.
But I surrvived, and will continue to do so. I have purposed to raise our children in the manner my husband & I set out. They will know his ideals, his values. Hopefully, in their adult lives, they will choose his way, the high road, to live their lives.
Yes, I sound calm and collected right now. There are times when my clarity of mind astounds me. But then I hear his car door, him throwing his slippers in the closet, his chair being put in the recline position. I think I hear him waking up, the water running in our bathroom upstairs. All these things bring me to my knees. The void I feel is indescribable. And I fear it will only grow.
Well, this not so Crazy Griever, is going into melt down.
Thank you all for your words of comfort, support. Today my twin-in-law and I will be spending some time together, then he and his wife head back to MN. The aloness scares me, too. We both love to have people around. And now, save for our girls, I am too alone.
Vicki
