strongmama

I can relate. I'm coming up on 3 years myself. I have a 5 year old son - he's a handful! - and this year we passed the weird milestone that he has now officially lived more of his life without his dad than with him. And before this next year is done, I will have been a widow longer than I was a wife. What gets me about this weird, sad math is this feeling of my late husband getting smaller and smaller in our memories, as we move farther away from him in time. My son has no real memories of his dad at all, just the things I tell him and show him. I have a new person in my life and feel so good about being with him, and even though my life is really not "normal" compared to other people's lives, it feels pretty good to me most days, and that is a blessing I'm truly grateful for. But there's no way to move on completely, not while I feel I still need to keep my son's connection to his father alive, even in some small way.

I just wanted to say a quick hello in the forum's new home. My husband died in a skiing accident in 2012 the day before Father's Day. We were together for 11 years, and married for 3. He was a beautiful, vibrant person, and we were just getting started in our lives together. I have a young son, who was 2 when his father died. Losing my husband was the most terrible thing that has ever happened to me, but the perspective it has given me on life and how I want to live it is a precious gift. I learned in a big way how to stop sweating the small stuff, how to let go, and just live. Today I am no longer consumed by my grief... my new life has its own new shape, which is not just the negative space around the life I used to have. I don't visit here often, but I love connecting with other widows when I have the chance. Hugs, everyone!