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Ascetic X

Well-Known Member
Brethren, I covet your prayers. Today would have been the 45th anniversary of my beloved wife and me. She passed away five years ago, and I am having an extremely difficult time this year.

~Tony
My prayers are with you.

I lost my wife 2 years ago in August. We had 21 years together. God rescued me from a horrible mess and my wife was the main rescue operation, I now fully realize.

My life with her was bliss, a wonderful, satisfying taste of paradise. Now that she’s gone, my life is a boring, lonely, bleak nightmare. I have to drag myself through each empty, purposeless day. I have much to be thankful for, and I try to engage in intercessory prayers, but I cannot get adjusted to being a widower.

For a couple, the one who dies first is the lucky one. The survivor is suddenly jolted into a bizarre wasteland, where memories only increase the misery of yearning for that all-encompassing lost companionship. No one can understand the excruciating pain of our grieving. Nothing can replace our better half, the person God gave us to be one flesh with.

We must now cling to our Savior and let Him comfort and strengthen us. The joy of reunion in heaven will happen soon and our widower suffering will instantly vanish, never again to be remembered.
 
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Anthony Pritchard

Active Member
My prayers are with you.

I lost my wife 2 years ago in August. We had 21 years together. God rescued me from a horrible mess and my wife was the main rescue operation, I now fully realize.

My life with her was bliss, a wonderful, satisfying taste of paradise. Now that she’s gone, my life is a boring, lonely, bleak nightmare. I have to drag myself through each empty, purposeless day. I have much to be thankful for, and I try to engage in intercessory prayers, but I cannot get adjusted to being a widower.

For a couple, the one who dies first is the lucky one. The survivor is suddenly jolted into a bizarre wasteland, where memories only increase the misery of yearning for that all-encompassing lost companionship. No one can understand the excruciating pain of our grieving. Nothing can replace our better half, the person God gave us to be one flesh with.

We must now cling to our Savior and let Him comfort and strengthen us. The joy of reunion in heaven will happen soon and our widower suffering will instantly vanish, never again to be remembered.
Yes. I know that wasteland well. Linda and I were married for 40 years. We were so very close. Her death was so unexpected. She had been napping on the sofa, I walked into the living room and immediately knew she was gone. I did CPR until the first responders came, but to no avail.

It is more than simply hard, it is total devastation.

You are in my prayers my Brother.

When You Live In A House
A story of profound loss, my loss
When you live in a house that is suddenly utterly silent, where the shattering of your heart is the loudest silence you have ever heard. When you live in a house that is suddenly empty, an empty that is more profound than anything you have ever experienced, the kind that steals the future out of the air. When you live in a house that is suddenly cold, a cold that seeps into your soul. When you live in a house that is suddenly alone, more alone than you could ever imagine. When you live in a house of sudden permanent loss, where the permanence is a sword in your heart. When you live in a house empty of future, empty of the point of living. When you live in a house of sudden astounding shock, where you learn what terms like Widowers Brain means, the neurological collapse where brain fog overwhelms, where coherent speech betrays you. When you live in a house where you suddenly, intimately know what overwhelming 'Alone' really means. When you live in a house of sudden terrible despair, when all you can pray is "God help!" When you exist in a house that is suddenly pure fierce pain... Then you might be on the path that brings understanding that grief doesn’t end, it teaches, it teaches you how to carry that empty chair, teaches you how to breathe in a house with no future in the air, teaches you how, by the Grace of God, not to die.

~Tony

A.K. Pritchard 2021 -

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Ascetic X

Well-Known Member
Yes. I know that wasteland well. Linda and I were married for 40 years. We were so very close. Her death was so unexpected. She had been napping on the sofa, I walked into the living room and immediately knew she was gone. I did CPR until the first responders came, but to no avail.

It is more than simply hard, it is total devastation.

You are in my prayers my Brother.

When You Live In A House
A story of profound loss, my loss
When you live in a house that is suddenly utterly silent, where the shattering of your heart is the loudest silence you have ever heard. When you live in a house that is suddenly empty, an empty that is more profound than anything you have ever experienced, the kind that steals the future out of the air. When you live in a house that is suddenly cold, a cold that seeps into your soul. When you live in a house that is suddenly alone, more alone than you could ever imagine. When you live in a house of sudden permanent loss, where the permanence is a sword in your heart. When you live in a house empty of future, empty of the point of living. When you live in a house of sudden astounding shock, where you learn what terms like Widowers Brain means, the neurological collapse where brain fog overwhelms, where coherent speech betrays you. When you live in a house where you suddenly, intimately know what overwhelming 'Alone' really means. When you live in a house of sudden terrible despair, when all you can pray is "God help!" When you exist in a house that is suddenly pure fierce pain... Then you might be on the path that brings understanding that grief doesn’t end, it teaches, it teaches you how to carry that empty chair, teaches you how to breathe in a house with no future in the air, teaches you how, by the Grace of God, not to die.

~Tony

A.K. Pritchard 2021 -

Happy Anniversary my Love. July 11, 1981. See less
That is a pretty rough way to lose a spouse.

I had 6 years notice that my wife was ill. But she lived a normal life until the last two months, eventually unable to get out of bed.

I remained positive that she would get a divine miracle healing, until I saw her take her last gasp.

I now think my optimism was half faith and half denial.

It is so difficult to keep going when your entire world has collapsed, never to be normal again. There is nothing to fix, no way to enjoy each day, nothing but the radiant hope of seeing her again in heaven. And that has to be enough.

You were married twice as long as I was, so your anguish must be severe. In this turmoil and sorrow, let your heart stay focused on God. We are now in one of the most agonizing trials anyone can possibly go through. Yet there are many others who are experiencing worse gloom. Keep thanking God for every little thing and for the years you had with your wife.
 

JonC

Moderator
Moderator
Brethren, I covet your prayers. Today would have been the 45th anniversary of my beloved wife and me. She passed away five years ago, and I am having an extremely difficult time this year.

~Tony
Praying for you. I have not experienced such, so I cannot fathom your feeling of loss. I pray for God's comfort, peace, and and a sense of joy for the blessings of those 40 years with your wife.
 

David Lamb

Well-Known Member
Brethren, I covet your prayers. Today would have been the 45th anniversary of my beloved wife and me. She passed away five years ago, and I am having an extremely difficult time this year.

~Tony
My prayers assured, Tony. My dear wife Jean went to glory in February this year. Although I do of course miss her very much, she had become so ill with multiple sclerosis (MS) that towards the end, she was totally bedridden and unable to do anything for herself, so it was a merciful release. Anyway, may our great God strengthen and uphold you, and bring you through your difficult time.
 

Ascetic X

Well-Known Member
My prayers assured, Tony. My dear wife Jean went to glory in February this year. Although I do of course miss her very much, she had become so ill with multiple sclerosis (MS) that towards the end, she was totally bedridden and unable to do anything for herself, so it was a merciful release. Anyway, may our great God strengthen and uphold you, and bring you through your difficult time.
My prayers are also directed to God for you, David Lamb. May He comfort you and become more vividly real to you in the absence of your beloved wife.
 

Anthony Pritchard

Active Member
My prayers assured, Tony. My dear wife Jean went to glory in February this year. Although I do of course miss her very much, she had become so ill with multiple sclerosis (MS) that towards the end, she was totally bedridden and unable to do anything for herself, so it was a merciful release. Anyway, may our great God strengthen and uphold you, and bring you through your difficult time.
I am so sorry. MS is a cruel disease. I do not know which is worse, the drawn out death, as with your wife and both my parents, or sudden shocking loss, as with my wife. Yes, death can be a mercy, but it hurts I know. I lift your name to the Throne of our God, for His Mercy.
 
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