AB3 Posted January 14, 2017 Report Share Posted January 14, 2017 I really dread Saturdays because it is the day my fiance passed away. Saturdays are also the beginning of my work week and I feel so much anxiety on those days. Every time I go on my lunch break I remember that fateful night when I looked at my phone and saw all these missed calls and messages. I remember calling my fiance and there was no answer. I remember checking my social media account (as I always did to see if he was online to verify he was ok) and seeing the word "Pray" as his mothers status which instantly sent me into panic mode. At that point I knew something was wrong, thinking he was in the hospital but then my worst nightmare came true after I called my mom and she said the most heartbreaking words "he passed". So Saturdays, the days I use to enjoy I now hate so much. I'm sure many of you can relate.... 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iPraiseHim Posted January 14, 2017 Report Share Posted January 14, 2017 Yes. We do understand. My day is Monday's, 16th of each month, February. I wish I could say something to take it away but it lingers. They are benchmarks of what we have lost. One the toughest days, I reminded myself that tomorrow will be a better day. It least I can hope it will at least be better that this day of grief. Hang in and hold on. It is because we love deeply that we grieve deeply. I read that when we embrace and fully express our grief, pain, cry, write, journal, shout,... whatever tool works for you that gradually you will move through the grief and the shocking intensity will diminish. I didn't believe it at first but over time I find the grief at times will lessen. My thoughts and prayers are with you. - Shalom 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted January 14, 2017 Report Share Posted January 14, 2017 8 hours ago, AB3 said: So Saturdays, the days I use to enjoy I now hate so much. I'm sure many of you can relate.... Man, do I ever relate to this. Mine is Fridays. Friday will never again be just another day. I found myself yesterday counting off another one. I thought I was through doing that. 54 weeks without my bride. There ain't no 2 ways about it---this just plain SUCKS. But somehow we manage to persevere, and we manage to find ways to put One foot in front of the other... Darrel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marie Lee Posted January 14, 2017 Report Share Posted January 14, 2017 I don't have a particular day...but places we frequented are hard. Yesterday I went to a golf course for a drink and nosh....the last time I went was with Kev...a place we went often ...as it was always a nice place to sit and enjoy a beautiful day...there is a lovely porch overlooking the greens.. So...a few drinks later...some texts to frds,fam about the craziness of life, I drove home rocking out to Def Leppard....and took a long hit bubble bath to drown my sorrows.... Still in this crazy grief train.... Marie 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Margm Posted January 14, 2017 Report Share Posted January 14, 2017 Made me think. (I don't like to think.) It was Saturday morning at 7:30 a.m. I thought about it for weeks, but eventually it was another day on the calendar of grief. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marie Lee Posted January 14, 2017 Report Share Posted January 14, 2017 Hi Marg, lol...I hear ya...thinking gets me into trouble! Here's to another bump in the road...Marie 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DaveM Posted January 21, 2017 Report Share Posted January 21, 2017 Wednesday. December 28. Day she was found, although she died days earlier. 28th October was when my younger son passed, 17 years ago. 28 is always going to be a bad number for me. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scba Posted January 21, 2017 Report Share Posted January 21, 2017 My lowest point are Friday evenings. Waiting to be Monday 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mittam99 Posted January 21, 2017 Report Share Posted January 21, 2017 My wife Tammy died on a Friday. It was March 6, 2015, the day that would become the worst day of my life. Whether it's a Friday or a Saturday or a Thursday or a Monday or a Tuesday or a Sunday or a Wednesday, it still hurts. Every day, every month, the pain is still there, my constant companion. This is the life of someone grieving their beloved soulmate. All you can do is get through the day the best you can. If you're able to accomplish something, give yourself a pat on the back. If you have a day that doesn't go so well or you simply accomplish nothing, that's OK, too. AB3, our lives were changed forever and this new life is mostly about coping with the pain and somehow functioning. In time, you may have an inkling of hope. And maybe, a sense of happiness will return in some small way. But for now, I know it's hard to see anything clearly through the dark clouds of grief. You're still in shock and the feeling that life is futile and meaningless overwhelms. I was there for a long, long time, too. It takes time and much work to climb that ladder out of that lonely, deep, dark, excruciating hole that is grief. We'll be here for you to help along the way, when you need us. - Mitch 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayc Posted January 21, 2017 Report Share Posted January 21, 2017 It used to be Friday night through the whole weekend because that was George and my time together...he'd wait for me to get off work Friday evening and start OUR time. But really every day is the same as another anymore, now that I'm retired, it's all time done without him. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr Lenera Posted January 25, 2017 Report Share Posted January 25, 2017 The 5th of every month remains a depressing experience for me. But Saturday evenings also seem to be a low point. I'd get home from work and we would always go out for a meal or just watch several movies with a bottle of wine. Saturday evenings were 'our time'.Now, I still get home from work and say to myself "what the hell am I supposed to do now"? 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marie Lee Posted January 25, 2017 Report Share Posted January 25, 2017 Dear Dr Lenera, I know...that empty feeling and missed routines...big hug.. My whole life has changed. It is awkward doing things alone..but I must get out as I am not a complete hermit..although I like some solitude. Maybe I will take up bingo....Marie 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AB3 Posted January 25, 2017 Author Report Share Posted January 25, 2017 Saturdays and the 10th of the month are now so very dreadfull. It's crazy how your body knows about these days and begins to physically shut down. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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