Hi everybody,
I've only posted here a couple of times. My sweet sweet husband, Matthew, passed away suddenly at the age of 48 on August 21st. My despair is overwhelming at times. Fortunately I have found a grief therapist who is helping me navigate through this horrendous tragedy. Like everybody here, my thoughts and emotions are all over the place. I feel regret over many things - whether he knew how much I loved him, the things I wish I had or hadn't done, etc. But there's one regret that tears me apart and that is Matthew's inner pain. Matthew was very sensitive, caring and unique. He had very definite opinions and marched to the beat of his own drum. His family never really understood him - a fact that bothered me tremendously, as he was a wonderful son and brother. I am haunted by the fact that he might not have known or understood how much people loved and valued him. Tonight, I gave our doorman his holiday tip and told him that it was from me and Matthew - the doorman (who attended Matthew's funeral) burst into tears (Matthew and he often had long conversations - in fact all of the doorman had great fondness for him) Anyway, that demonstration of emotion toward Matthew touched me so much, more so because I know Matthew didn't know his own worth. That's what haunts me and makes me cry bitter tears. I"m sorry for such a long post, but can anybody relate to my feelings of regret? and if so, how do you deal with it?
Thanks for listening,
Kim