A week has gone by and in some ways it seems an eternity. I keep really busy during the day, but the nights are my enemy. Chris has been staying with me and that helps.
Nights give me an opportunity to think, which is sometimes good and sometimes bad......I remember the first time that I "experienced death"......I was about 14 and a friend of mine died very suddenly of an aneurysm. At school the next day our teacher gave us a poem that we discussed as part of our healing and processing. It is ironic that I remember the first words of that poem..."The bustle in the house the morning after death". I never really understood those words until now.
Voices, movements, family conversations all registered aimlessly in my mind after Dave died..... I could only think about the emptiness and the pain of losing my love......the noise was just bustle in the house and in my mind.
Dave's brother gave me a silver heart that is broken in two pieces, but bound together with gold thread. It symbolizes the fact that even though a heart is broken it will heal in time, bringing wisdom and compassion. Dave was an incredible man. I am going allow myself some time to ache and then because of the strength of our love I will move on. Reading your cards, e-mails, facebook comments...are all comforting. I know that a part of my life is over, but with your help and prayers, I will discover a new direction and I will be OK.....I have so many good deeds to pay forward!
Thank you to everyone for the donations, plants, the "Westerman cross" was beautiful......stamps, gift cards, food, paperplates, cups, more food .....I hope that I don't leave anyone out as I begin to send my thank yous!!!!
Blessings to all.....Dave and I have been loved well by all of you!!!!
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