Bobkgin -> RE: Indecisiveness (9/3/2007 6:50:26 PM)
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When my wife died, I really didn't have the luxury to fall to pieces as I still had my son who needed me. Then my son died, and I really didn't want to go on any further. just stay in bed, pull the sheets over, and wait. But the dogs wouldn't leave me be. The cats wouldn't leave me be. My bladder wouldn't leave me be. And for one silly reason after another, I forced myself out of bed to care for them. Didn't eat much. No appetite. Really didn't want to go on. But by the end of the month, with the help of dogs and cats and family and friends, I found myself hungry again, even a little hopeful again. I realized there was more for me to do, I was not the one to have died. I've found that each day brings with it more hope, more strength, more of a need to help others. If anything, I'd say it was the master in me that just wouldn't lie down and die, no matter how much I was hurting. I was lucky, because you read about those couples where one dies and the other follows in a short span of time. The second one just gave up all hope of ever being happy again. I didn't. It just took me a while to realize it.
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