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Letter To A Widow
Letter To A Widow
Letter To A Widow
By Alex Lickerman, MD
Happiness, Health
2/15/09
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His wife called me to tell me he’d died at home. I told her how much I’d
enjoyed taking care of him, and we shared some of our memories of
him. At the end of the conversation I expressed my sympathies for her
loss, as I always do in these situations.
There was a brief pause. “It just happened so fast…” she said then and
sniffled, her voice breaking, and I realized she’d been crying during our
entire conversation.
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I told her again. She thanked me for caring
for her husband and hung up.
I’d known Mr. and Mrs. Jackson for almost seven years and had always
liked them both. I thought the world a poorer place without Mr. Jackson
in it and found myself wishing I’d done a better job of consoling his wife,
thinking my attempts had been awkward and ineffective. I reflected on
several things I wished I’d said when I’d had her on the phone
and considered calling her back up to say them.
Navigating Loss
When you called me to tell me your husband had passed away and how
hard a time you were having, I found myself frankly at a loss.
Conventional wisdom about how to console people who’ve suffered
grievous losses includes platitudes like “be there for them,” “listen,” and
“let them know you care”—all valid and useful guidelines that I’m sure
have brought comfort to many suffering people. But inevitably
conversations end, people go home to resume their normal lives, and
the wife or husband or son or daughter is left alone with pain now
occupying the space their loved one used to be. Though I don’t know
how comforting you’ll find this letter, I wanted to share with you some of
my thoughts about grief in hopes of making your journey through it
somewhat more bearable.
Don’t grieve alone. I worry that you have no one with whom to
share your grief (you’ve told me in the past how you were all alone
except for your husband). While you may not have much energy for
this, I find myself hoping you’ll join a support group, either at your
church or by looking online. There’s something often magically healing
about spending time with others who’ve had or are having painful
experiences similar to your own. It may seem an overwhelming
prospect now, utterly beyond you, but often by holding someone else’s
hand, by becoming their support, you’ll find your own pain lessens just
a little bit. When you shine a light to guide others on a dark road, your
own way is also lit.
I want you to know that watching the way you were with your husband
always inspired me. I can only hope to face losses in my life with as
much courage, acceptance, and humor as you and your husband did
both.
While no one knows what happens when we die, we can say with
certainty that we lie between two equally inconceivable possibilities, one
of which must be true: either the universe has always existed and time
has no beginning, or something was created from nothing.
Either case makes every one of us a miracle.
Alex Lickerman, MD