SANDY AND THE NOR'EASTER

I was extremely blessed, that all I had was some damage to my gutters and downspout and a small
hole in the aluminum siding.
So many people have lost "everything" material....some have lost their lives.
In trying to make sense of such a natual catastrophe we must take time to pause and re-evaluate
the things that are most important in this life.
God, Family, Friends....just in that order.
When "Sandy" came roaring around my home, I was sitting in bed and my prayer was:
"Dear Father in Heaven either I am going to wake up in my bed or through Your mercy in Your loving arms."
I have decided to take sometime off from my volunteer commitments as the first anniversary of
my husbands death is fast coming...I am not looking forward to any of the coming Season which
is so Joyous....my heart is still heavy with the loss of my husbans presence.
I pray every day for the guidance of the Holy Spirit.  Hoping that I will be able to decern the will of God for me and the grace to act upon it.  To all who may read +Pax et bonum

We Haven't Finished Loving Each Other Yet

The title of this poem and the poem itself was submitted to the "Messenger of St. Anthony" written by the mother of Rosalind Upton of London, UK.....as a recent widow it brought me to tears as it expressed all my feelings and yet it gave me great comfort....so with great humility, I dare to post it in hopes that it can help other widow or widowers.

I woke up and he wasn't there any more,

I turned over in bed, but his place was empty,

And my lonely fingers were still searching for his.

My love is with you, Lord....

But Lord I can't get used to his absence,

I'm torn apart every time I wake up.....

He as gone to those distant shores....

They say that one gets used to it, Lord,

That time does its work, but I know now

That neither time nor death can vanquish love...

Today we have entered into purgatory,

I suffer because I am alone, 

And he suffers because he is far away

How could he be happy without me

When I am so unhappy without him?

But he is purifying our love in your light, Lord,

Whereas for me it is during my life that I must perfect it?

Help me my God to love him even more today in his absence

Than yesterday in his presence,

To love him for himself, expecting nothing in return.

Happy that he is happy close beside you.

Death can do nothing to my love.

That is why I am suffering because my spring has not run dry.

But my suffering, Lord, is still my suffering.

The dreadful loneliness of the long empty days.

The absence, the cruel absence.

The deep void into which my distraught heart plunges

without reaching the bottom.

I miss him, Lord.  Do you understand? I miss him:

forgive me, Lord.

It's when I forget to look at you, Lord, who suffered

so much for me.

You are waiting for me, Lord, and he is there beside you.

Watching me and supporting me with his

comforting love,

The joy that binds our two loves together,

Without ever destroying what they share.

I await our meeting, when I will be taken into the 

faithful arms of my beloved Lord in your

house infinitely and eternally.

[The previous was regrettably abridge by the person and/or persons posting "Letters to the Editor"

column in the Messenger of St. Anthony]

My opinion is that nothing of the feelings of the author was deleted.

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Why Some People need Sensitivity Training

Last Sunday my son Richard took me to the cemetery where my husband is interred in a Vault in a mausoleum.  We walked the entire inside and outside and could not find where the vault was located.
No map was present to let us know where?  Approximately 1 to 2 weeks after my husbands internment
took place two men from the company came to get the information to be inscribed on the marble.
I did so and signed said papers.
To date this has not been done and according to the manager it should have taken no longer than 4 weeks, it is now close to 6 1/2 months since my husband was interred.
Upon speaking with a rep, who was curt to the point of rude, lacking in any kind of compassion or
understanding told me "he couldn't set an appointment with the engraver until I had signed the paperwork."
To say that I was upset was mild, I was furious.  This person truly did not have a humble attitude which I
think under the circumstances, he should have been ashamed that they dropped the ball.  His second 
comment to me was that "we don't hunt down family members".....Imagine this kind of person working with
family of the deceased.....shame on them......

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ThruNancy'sEyes: Although it is now six months since Michael walked...: Although it is now six months since Michael walked through the door into eternity I still miss his presence just as much as ever.  My life ...

I hope I am just being overly sensitive.  Yesterday at an organization meeting I got the impression that
since my husband has been deceased now for almost four months, that I should be doing some kind of
tap dance!!  I was asked several times just how well am I doing....hello....how do they think I am doing?
I am doing much better now than I did four months ago, and much better than I did four weeks ago...but
I lost half my heart when my Lord called Michael home....doesn't anyone realize that....I know that it will
take time for the overwhelming sadness to completely leave....but after only four months...I still have
those moments triggered by the simplest of things that seem to crush the breath out of me.  I pray that
all who may read this will when encountering a surviving spouse will consider and examine their words
before they speak.

Three Months Ago Today

As I look at the date in disbelief, it has been three months since my beloved
husband was taken into the arms of our Savior.
I have received so many wonderful Mass cards for him and cards for me in
condolences ofmy loss. Yes, he is not physically with me any longer.....but......I know he lives.
As we enter into this most Holiest of Weeks in our Liturgical year I pray that
ALL Catholics use this time to recommit to the truth of the Church and her teachings and grow closer in their relationship with the Lord Jesus.
Pray for me and for my husband.
+Peace and all good

Loss

I am unable to remember my husbands voice.
I know if I heard his voice, I would know it.
I am told that grieving is a process and that time will heal all wounds. How can my heart heal when half of it is gone.
The quiet is deafening, the pain so very deep only my Faith in the promises of Jesus are keeping me together.
I need to shelter myself in my Lord, my refuge.

My Beloved Husband

On Monday, January 2nd, 2012 Our Savior called my beloved husband to His side. It is 15 days since I have heard his voice. I know he lives because our God is of the living not the dead. Still, even with faith in the resurrection and eternal life this heart of mine will never mend, because the best part has now gone on before me.
I miss you Michael my dearest and sweetest love of my life. My prayers are for you alone.