Sharing with folks who are experiencing the same trauma is comforting because it’s impossible to know how the death of a loved one can decimate you and how hard it is to come back from the depths of despair unless you’ve “walked a similar path”.
2021 has been a VERY heartrending year for my family, my dearest soulmate and husband Lou died in September. Shortly before Lou passed away, my dear brother, Jack, unexpectedly died in June of this year. Approximately a week after Lou’s death my beloved cat died in my arms.
Good riddance to 2021!
I’m coping with cumulative grief and health issues from COVID pneumonia. I was vaccinated as prescribed previously to catching the virus in August of this year. The odds are I caught the (probably) DELTA mutation by visiting my husband in his Memory Care Facility during an undiagnosed COVID outbreak that swept through the facility in August of this year. More than 95%(+/-) of the Facility’s residents were vaccinated before experiencing contagion. After the COVID onset most of the residents tested were asymptomatic. But, I think Lou’s death from renal failure was complicated by the virus and one of the health professionals concurred. Albeit Lou’s death was God’s mercy – knowing the man he was, he wouldn’t have wanted to live in the semi-vegetative state he was in.
God Bless Hospice for coming to our family’s rescue on two End-of-Life occasions, the clarity and support they provided were invaluable. I'm not a newbie to combating grief, I've ridden the "Wheel of Grief" many times - my parents' passing was an expected event given that “nobody lives forever”. The death of my previous husband in September 1996 was God’s mercy to end his suffering from cancer. Burying my 3-year-old daughter (years ago) and my adult son in 2016, were not expected and are the “deepest cuts”.
I know I will weather this atrocious year and will emotionally and physically heal, but – I’m tired of all the crap that FATE throws at you. The merry-go-round of constantly trudging up “the peaks of Ecstasy and down to the Valleys of despair”, is exhausting at any age but the older one is - the more difficult the journey is.
I reiterate – sharing with folks experiencing the same life shattering events is a great comfort.