Dear Friends,
I really appreciated all of your stories, and especially when you've shared a personal experience. I thought I would take a few minutes to tell you about my story in case anyone can relate. I really want to be able to help each other and above all to hold one another up in the Lord's love and prayer. I am praising Him that in our especially painful circumstances, He has actually prepared our hearts to be able to understand His love in a deeper way, since He's got our attention emotionally. I really believe that the ONLY one who can "replace" my husband is Jesus himself.
Anyway, here is my story. I'm a professor of modern languages in my mid-fifties (a little "young" to be a widow, but not as young as some of you). I lost my husband to whom I was married only ten years just six weeks ago and this year I'm on sabbatical. We were planning to spend the year abroad so I could work on my book. He came down with a rapidly progressing neurological disease-- completely unexpectedly and went from physically fit (running, walking, swimming miles a day) to completely debilitated in a matter of weeks. It's hard to convey the horror because neither of us knew what was going on and we couldn't get a neurologist for over a month. He first lost his sense of balance, then his eyesight, then his body began to twitch and jerk, eventually, he couldn't walk or even move his muscles. He was able to talk until almost the end which was an intense blessing because we were able to say everything we wanted. He was my only spouse, but he himself was a widower who had cared for his wife of 27 years during her long affliction with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. He was faithful to her till her last minute. They had two sons, who are now my sons. And I have a baby granddaughter only 7 months old. He was also a beloved man, a performing artist (opera singer) who seemed to touch every life he came into contact with. Now I'm in a position where I just hope I can re-learn to live contentedly as a single person. I don't want to shut the door to the Lord's plans--of course-- but I'd like to think of myself as "Glenn's wife"-- not because I don't have a life of my own. I had to support myself until I was in my forties. But just because of love, honor and respect for his name. I was hyphenating my last name so that my maiden name would come first, but I've decided to drop the hyphen as a sign of affection for him. I guess it's a little late for that, and probably not too important, but it's just a personal decision based on my intense feelings of love and appreciation for him. Later, I'll go into what are the types of regrets I have, but for now, if you share your stories, I will definitely read them and I'll pray for you. I'm already praying for the few people I've responded to and I will do it for the whole holiday season. God bless you all. ANd I hope to hear from you. If you want to respond personally, I would love that as well.
I really appreciated all of your stories, and especially when you've shared a personal experience. I thought I would take a few minutes to tell you about my story in case anyone can relate. I really want to be able to help each other and above all to hold one another up in the Lord's love and prayer. I am praising Him that in our especially painful circumstances, He has actually prepared our hearts to be able to understand His love in a deeper way, since He's got our attention emotionally. I really believe that the ONLY one who can "replace" my husband is Jesus himself.
Anyway, here is my story. I'm a professor of modern languages in my mid-fifties (a little "young" to be a widow, but not as young as some of you). I lost my husband to whom I was married only ten years just six weeks ago and this year I'm on sabbatical. We were planning to spend the year abroad so I could work on my book. He came down with a rapidly progressing neurological disease-- completely unexpectedly and went from physically fit (running, walking, swimming miles a day) to completely debilitated in a matter of weeks. It's hard to convey the horror because neither of us knew what was going on and we couldn't get a neurologist for over a month. He first lost his sense of balance, then his eyesight, then his body began to twitch and jerk, eventually, he couldn't walk or even move his muscles. He was able to talk until almost the end which was an intense blessing because we were able to say everything we wanted. He was my only spouse, but he himself was a widower who had cared for his wife of 27 years during her long affliction with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. He was faithful to her till her last minute. They had two sons, who are now my sons. And I have a baby granddaughter only 7 months old. He was also a beloved man, a performing artist (opera singer) who seemed to touch every life he came into contact with. Now I'm in a position where I just hope I can re-learn to live contentedly as a single person. I don't want to shut the door to the Lord's plans--of course-- but I'd like to think of myself as "Glenn's wife"-- not because I don't have a life of my own. I had to support myself until I was in my forties. But just because of love, honor and respect for his name. I was hyphenating my last name so that my maiden name would come first, but I've decided to drop the hyphen as a sign of affection for him. I guess it's a little late for that, and probably not too important, but it's just a personal decision based on my intense feelings of love and appreciation for him. Later, I'll go into what are the types of regrets I have, but for now, if you share your stories, I will definitely read them and I'll pray for you. I'm already praying for the few people I've responded to and I will do it for the whole holiday season. God bless you all. ANd I hope to hear from you. If you want to respond personally, I would love that as well.