Thank you both for your words of encouragement and your prayers. Today I had the flip side of the check thing. Wrote the first one with just my name on it but it went a lot better than yesterday. At least I didn't break down in the middle of Wal Mart and make a fool of myself.
Hello all. I am glad you did better today, missinyou. It sure is intense to face again and again at unexpected intervals the loss of our spouse.
BTW, TO ALL: IF YOU ARE RECENTLY WIDOWED, DON'T BE IN A BIG HURRY TO CLOSE JOINT BANK ACCOUNTS THAT YOU AND YOUR LATE SPOUSE SHARED. YOU MIGHT NEED IT IF / WHEN YOU GET ANY CHECKS MADE PAYABLE TO BOTH OF YOU.
This is something I learned when I was a bank teller a couple decades ago. Ladies would bring in checks made payable to Mr. and Mrs. So-and-so, and they would want to deposit it in their single account, and we could not do it. So often, they would say that when their spouse died they had closed the joint account.
It's been 27 months since DH died, and I still have one of our joint checking accounts open. Happily there are no monthly service fees attached to it. One odd thing that happened after DH's death is that in the mail I received a check payable to him and his *first* wife, from whom he was divorced 15 years -- it was a state gov't refund plus interest check for income tax they had overpaid long ago. DH had never stayed in touch w/ his ex-wife, and I have no way of contacting her, so that check never got deposited, not that she would have been able to do anything with it either. (I have googled her but didn't get anywhere -- I never met her. Odd, she probably doesn't even know he died.)
Off topic slightly: This is my third Christmas without my husband and I still find myself reacting to displays of gifts that are the particular kinds of thing he liked. I go, Oh, wow, look! DH would like one of those! And then, Oops, I don't buy gifts for DH anymore. This is the first year I haven't broken down crying when that happens. There are still plenty of things I *do* cry over, though.
I think when I first lost him, I thought, well, the next year will be really hard. Little did I know the year after that would be hard, too, though probably not AS hard. Just because it's not as hard as the first year doesn't mean it's easy! Sigh.
Blessings, love, and mercy on all of you,
Nelle