O For a Muse of Fire

I am a widow/mother/daughter/sister/aunt/woman in California. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed. Sometimes I feel calm. Both feelings are because I am a widow/mother/daughter/sister/aunt/woman in California.

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"O For a muse of fire that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention."

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Journey

It appears that there are no shortcuts through grief and mourning. I thought that since my husband's death was not sudden, that I had had time to begin the grieving process and that I could somehow jumpstart my recovery. I hit the wall on Wednesday. Those first days after he died, the house was filled with visitors, cards, flowers, food. Now, a month later, the memorial service is over, the flowers are discarded, the food has been eaten and the visitors are going home. And the grief has intensified.

I have been a widow for a month. I still feel married. Mail still arrives addressed to my husband. HIs clothes still hang in the closet. His car is still in the garage. He is still here but he is not.

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