r/widowed

Did you know the Declaration of Independence is not a legally binding document? It doesn't establish laws or government structures. It's the document that set the "moral standard" for the U. S. in that all men are created equal.

Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Do we feel this after the loss of our spouse?

Many have passed away on this date as well as other holidays, special occasions, anniversaries, birthdays and the like.

While I've experienced my share of July 4th's, it now holds no meaning to me. My husband and I got tired of all the hustle and bustle fanfare with entertaining or going to activities and fireworks before he passed. Instead he would BBQ any and all meat from the freezer as though we were going to feed an army. All this precooked food naturally ended up back in the freezer for ready meals at any time. I often told him he loved his elaborate grill more than me. He even built himself a screened in grill porch. I miss his BBQ grilling and reluctantly sold it shortly after he died. I couldn't bear seeing it on that back porch, knowing what it represented.

What have you done on this day or how do you now celebrate it?

Seven hours ago my ex husband passed away in my arms. It was sudden and unexpected. He was still my best friend and we were share housing (long complicated irrelevant story).

They think it was likely a heart attack. It’s six am here. I can’t sleep. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on every day without him to share it with.

How does this even happen? How do I even begin to unravel everything.

What am I meant to do now??

good morning everyone. I should be asleep but I’m awake tonight. I lost my wife 6 weeks ago after a sudden illness of pneumonia and sepsis. I’m still entirely in shock and trying to figure out how to navigate day-to-day life. I stumbled across this sub and just wanted to introduce myself. I’m mostly here to read, converse and realize I’m not entirely alone in this. Thanks for being here.

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Hi im 50f Today marks one year since my wonderful husband 51m passed away. We were together for 26 years and have three amazing children. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year; it feels like a lifetime. We held a memorial for him at a club he loved, and it was packed. Everyone loved him there, and it was a fitting tribute to the incredible man he was.

He was such a great dad, a proud girl dad, and he made sure everyone knew how proud he was to be a father to his daughters they were his world. The day I met him, I knew he was a good person, but I never expected to go on such a beautiful journey with him. I would choose him every single time.

The last year has been incredibly difficult. I feel like I lost a big part of myself. I’ve tried to stay strong, especially for our youngest daughter, but I haven’t really had a chance to sit and cry. We were supposed to celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary this July. I feel lost and heartbroken.

His memorial today was a beautiful celebration of his life. His dad and brother made it so special, and his mother held my hand, comforting each other and sharing in the grief. I was so lucky to have him in my life, and I will always cherish the time we had together and the memories we made. He will forever be missed. My thomas.

I have a bunch of my late partners old shirts and jackets and am looking for ideas on what to do with them. I would rather not make them into a blanket since I already have many blankets. Any suggestions?

I m widowed and I’m 69 retired looking to meet a nice woman in the New York New Jersey area

This is a male 51 mumbai india.

My lovely wife passed away from cancer in August 2023.

Next month I had a surgery for stage 1 kidney cancer.

2 boys. 24, 15.

Elder one settled, recently had a surgery in ankle.

I feel overwhelmed.

I have a friend, 40 f, whom i meet sometime. She is a widow too. she is determined, strong and very caring.

When my wife passed away, everyone distanced themselves. I had no friends of mine. Only the friends of my wife.

My kids became rude and agressive.

I was in hell.

I thought marriage would help. I found a widow with a kid. She agreed to marry me because she had lost her husband to liver cancer and she confirmed with three specialists that stage 1 kidney cancer won't be fatal for years.

I agreed and commited to her. In 2024.

But my children were dead against it.

Because they are still coping.

They suggested i marry her after my younger son complete plus two and gets an engineering seat.

That is another 2 years.

Meanwhile I came in contact with the new friend.

We meet occassionally but keep in touch .

I asked my would be wife to see another man because she is finding it hard to struggle with her life and kid.

Yet, she agrees to wait.

I have now got diabetes and cholestrol.

My kids had the illusion that the friends of my late wife would be their second mother. They warned them to stop me from marriage.

All of them, senior scientists. Have their own family, do not give a fuck to my kids when they celebrate.

I had a love marriage, a love story of struggle, rag to rich, beautiful rich life.

She was a good mother, a dedicated scientist. To be honest, she became very rude, ambitious and agressive and away from intimacy before few years of passing away.

I miss her.

There is no rest.

I can't fall sick.

High bp

Can't rest at home because home is a killer.

Why couldn't my son, a top class engineer understand that I needed a company?

What is wrong in getting married after being widow.

Why do people look at me with suspicion.?

What should I do to overcome this loneliness?

Anyone in such conditions?

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https://www.reddit.com/r/mypartneristrans/comments/1tvkuy9/comment/ophslp1/?screen_view_count=2 It's been 13 days since I found out she died. She's been gone for 18 days. I've been to her grave a couple of times, brought her flowers..Being with her is really calming.. Today I ate for the first time in 2 weeks, her ex says I should live in her memory, one of the reasons we couldn't see each other is that I take care of my grandmother and animals at home (family circumstances) and now they bought me a tablet so I could earn something.. Her ex says that if I follow her, the memory of her will disappear, that it is not known what happens after death, but what is known for sure is that the last person she loved and who knew her for real will disappear. I still don't see the point in living any longer, against the background of stress, I guess my chronic nose disease has been cured (it doesn't bother me at all now) and I..I don't know.I dreamed of drawing Yuri and making money from it, she even wanted to give me her laptop..so that it would be more comfortable to draw. Now I can neither draw nor look at Yuri. I see my girl everywhere, everywhere. I don't dream of her, I don't sleep normally, I don't dream..I just cry and chat on Discord with her friends.. She was special, she was different from the others..how can I ever love someone else when she's in the ground? when I didn't give her my first kiss? I don't want to be alone all my life, but I don't want to love anyone but her either. I want to hug her. My mom liked her, she says that if I hadn't kept everything a secret, she could have even come to us. Maybe my mom would have used some connections in the hospital. But I was afraid to misgender her. Well, it's too late. A year ago I laughed that I would come to her, and she shared her geolocation and said that she knew that I was too anxious to meet. All day I discuss our relationship and her death with her ex. She didn't eat anything for 2 weeks and was always with a fever and after that she had an operation. The day before that they tried to put a tube in her nose but they couldn't, I asked why they didn't put it in her throat, but.. she didn't answer. That is, she was exhausted from the fever, hunger.. In She had no chance of surviving this operation. I'm angry with myself for not coming to see her, I wanted to, but our mutual friend said that she needed peace to recover. And I was afraid myself... to hurt her, to make her nervous... I thought it would be better if the meeting was in better conditions. Every day I hate myself for not protecting her, not controlling her. Why did her parents allow this operation? Didn't they see that she was very thin? It hurts me, I try to think that her life was hard and now she is free but..but it was..it was really like that but we wanted to get together in six months, she literally just found a job. It hurts me a lot, we became much closer this spring..She didn't have the strength to think about whether she would survive this operation, what the doctors thought..Maybe her operation was too late, she was angry that the doctors didn't do anything...but I think more that she died from dehydration and hunger..it's ironic that I have always worried about this, or rather..for hunger, I have always worried about her relationship with food. I don't know why I am writing all this, I want to hear support? Or effective ways to meet her? Please, if you have a similar experience or an experience of unsuccessful suicide after losing a loved one, write about it. Still, I hope that you don't have such an experience, hahaha..

trying to for our baby girl