On March 18, the day after St. Patrick's Day, I lost my beloved wife of almost 7 years. She passed away from complications after surgery for a brain aneurysm. It was so sudden, so unexpected... During Her time in the hospital, many prayers were offered by so many people, and at one point early on we were assured she would pull through and recover. But a day later it all came crashing down. I still can't believe she's gone from this world.
I know I need to remain strong for our almost 5-year-old son, but I find my faith at times is really being tested. I've been so angry at God for taking her away from us, and I know it's wrong and I have no right to question His wisdom, but this hurts so much! To have a loving, devoted mother taken from her young child is so wrong. There must be a greater wisdom at work, but right now I fail to see what it is. I cry for my son more than for myself; he loves her so much, she was everything to him in this world.
She had a hard time in this life; she had learning disabilities and struggled with it every day of her life. Yet in spite of that, she was able to succeed in everything she did. She was a far greater person than I could ever hope to be. How blessed I am to have known her, to be her friend, to have been her husband. She was the real deal, honest and faithful, and she never left anyone wondering where they stood with her. She touched so many lives and is sorely missed.
Forgive me, I'm not sure where I am going with all this, so I apologize for rambling. I guess I really need a shoulder to cry on. I found a local organization called Mary's Place, a resource for grieving children and families, that my son and I will be checking out very soon. I know we're not alone in this but it is so hard to grasp the reality of what has happened. I feel like I've been so busy with things that I don't have time to properly grieve, that I should be crying more or mourning each moment, and that it's unfair to her that I'm not spending every moment in remembrance. Maybe that sounds silly, but it's how I feel right now.
I know we'll be fine, that our Lord will always be with us to help us along, although I really don't know how right now. I thank you all for listening.
~UncleDave
I know I need to remain strong for our almost 5-year-old son, but I find my faith at times is really being tested. I've been so angry at God for taking her away from us, and I know it's wrong and I have no right to question His wisdom, but this hurts so much! To have a loving, devoted mother taken from her young child is so wrong. There must be a greater wisdom at work, but right now I fail to see what it is. I cry for my son more than for myself; he loves her so much, she was everything to him in this world.
She had a hard time in this life; she had learning disabilities and struggled with it every day of her life. Yet in spite of that, she was able to succeed in everything she did. She was a far greater person than I could ever hope to be. How blessed I am to have known her, to be her friend, to have been her husband. She was the real deal, honest and faithful, and she never left anyone wondering where they stood with her. She touched so many lives and is sorely missed.
Forgive me, I'm not sure where I am going with all this, so I apologize for rambling. I guess I really need a shoulder to cry on. I found a local organization called Mary's Place, a resource for grieving children and families, that my son and I will be checking out very soon. I know we're not alone in this but it is so hard to grasp the reality of what has happened. I feel like I've been so busy with things that I don't have time to properly grieve, that I should be crying more or mourning each moment, and that it's unfair to her that I'm not spending every moment in remembrance. Maybe that sounds silly, but it's how I feel right now.
I know we'll be fine, that our Lord will always be with us to help us along, although I really don't know how right now. I thank you all for listening.
~UncleDave