Hi, Ian - I see you were brave and posted your first post here, so, while I'm logged on, let me please extend a welcome word and a cyber hug of caring through the screen. Sorry you had reason to find yourself here, but you have discovered an amazing online community of people all around the world, at different stages on their widowed journey, all offering wisdom, kindness, support and encouragement.
True, most people don't understand. And, yes, it is impossible to find adequate words to describe the early emotions when the pain runs so deep.
And that woman who compared the loss of your wife to the loss of her cat, well, she is just a dolt - ignore her. Don't worry a moment about having a real reaction in a surreal situation. I will say that most/many of us here have had someone, somewhere, at some point in time, say something outrageous. If I recall correctly, there is even a thread about it here.
And what to say to your sweet daughter, so much of that depends on her age, readiness to understand the unimaginable. There is an entire board for widowed parents with a lot of good guidance there. What I found as I shepherded my three after their dad/my late husband's passing was honesty, loving words, patience and an effort to try to give them a renewed foundation of safety when the foundation of the world as they knew it had disappeared. Daily, sometimes in the moment, doing the best I could in the moment we had, choosing love each day in our efforts to heal. It has been 7 years now. Just shining a ray of light when I know your world feels very dark right now.
Please know - you are not alone.
Post often, share and connect. Lots of good people here - and here for each other.
Warm wishes from FL
Thank you.
She turned 5 just last month.
We spent Friday out on the boat and had a great day.
Then yesterday I drove her a bit over 2 hours to meet with her grandparents (Jenny's parents ) at roughly the mid point between us.
After I had a nice lunch in Parksville with them, I drove the couple hours home with some good old school rock music blasting in the car since I was alone.
Once home I reheated a cup of coffee and sat down on the sundeck.
That is when i hit the worst of it.
I thought I was doing better.
The past few weeks it hasn't been as bad it seems.
Then 2 months and 26 days in I hit a new low.
Not even sure if I am more sad or mad.
But I just screamed and smashed my favorite coffee mug.
Could not sleep so joined this site.
I'm a mess today and even a nice motorcycle ride didn't feel right and its usually one of the best things to make me feel better is a good ride.
Today cleaning up the mess of broken glass and coffee stains i realize that my getting better is maybe not really better.
I promised them they could have my baby girl till Wednesday, and its all i could do this afternoon to not call and say I needher home.
I'm just not my usual confident self.
Barely able to make a simple choice of what to cook for dinner...so i just went out and ate alone.
Spent much of today somewhere between crying and ready to punch a hole in a wall or smashing more dishes.