As we go into my 4th Mother's Day since Dave passed away, I think about the new widows who will go through their 1st one without their husbands, the widowers who now play mother and father and the parents who have lost a child. I think about how horrible the pain was and how much I wanted to curl up in my bed and pray that nobody would notice that we had skipped the day all together.
I've been reading Facebook posts on the widow/widower sights and it makes my heart cry. I try to think of some piece of wisdom that I can share to help others get through the day and the holidays and special days to come. The best advice I can give is in the words of this poem I saved:
I played pretend in between my grief....
and I had a dream I could fly and fly...
I took long walks on the beach...
And I asked the Universe who am I supposed to be.
I had a dream you see....
A dream of life full of wonders.
I played pretend in between my grief...
and life listened to me.
Listened to my dreams.
And now life is what it is supposed to be.
Mine to live.
Mine to give.
And mine to believe in.
because I played pretend in between my grief.
That is my advice. Even though you don't want to, take one more breath, take one more step and for the sake of those around you "pretend through your grief". You go through your day sometimes feeling like a robot. You smile and you talk with others and somehow you get through the day and the next and than the next.
I pretended through my grief and barely made it year one. I pretended through my grief and I survived year two. I pretended through my grief and I actually had a little bit of fun year three. I pretended through my grief and finally I can live in spite of it. I pretended through my grief and now I can fly.
I want to give credit to the person who wrote this poem, if anyone knows please share their information with me.