When my husband died ten years ago after a three week diagnosis, I was left in shock and deep grief.
I spent each afternoon, wandering around my garden wondering how and why this had happened?
I was alone, and quite frankly in bits.
These books helped me understand and piece me back together again. I had no idea about the five stages of grief.
I felt totally alone, whilst the world around me carried on as normal.
There is not only grief, but having been a care giver, my days were empty.
I totally lost sight of who I was.
My grief was compounded, as I could sense his Spirit around me. I found comfort by immersing myself in books which were the only thing that seemed to make sense.
Within the fullness of time, I learnt to come to terms with widowhood. I learnt that there was no set time frame .
Well meaning people avoided talking about Kim. They didn’t want to mention his name as if he never existed!
They didn’t realise that I wanted to talk about him.
By keeping our loved ones in our hearts, we keep their memory alive.
Even now after all this time, I can be blindsided by a price of music, a memory, or a particular smell that transports me back and I remember, his smile, his laugh, and the amazing human that he was.
On Grief And Grieving: Finding The Meaning Of Grief Through The Five Stages Of Loss, by Elisabeth Kubler Ross and David Kessler
Peace From Broken Pieces: How to Get Through What You’re Going Through, by Iyanla Vanzant
Hello from Heaven, by Bill Guggenheim and Judy Guggenheim
You Can Heal Your Heart: Finding Peace After a Breakup, Divorce or Death, by Louise Hay and David Kessler
Death: Final Stage of Growth, by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, by Sogyal Rinpoche