Three months after my wife of 60+ years died, I felt like this.
LOST
Home is where WE are he told her
as they left the house they
raised their children in.
Now 25 years and two moves later
cancer has stolen her from him
and WE no longer exists.
Lost, he struggles to find his way
never letting on the pain he feels.
I started writing poetry — and my blog. I connected with my senior community. It helped. Some. That was three years ago. Then the woman who 70 years ago as a 15 year old girl was my high school sweetheart reentered my life.
A LOVE POEM
When souls are open to love.
When souls “see” each other.
Then love can happen.
Love nurtured grows
into something beautiful.
I saw you. I saw your soul.
I cannot help but love you.
I couldn’t stop if I tried.
And I don’t wish to try.
Now there is love. And joy in my life. And even though she lives 1600 miles from me, life is worth living again.
The most powerful and beneficial thing I've done in the five years since my wife died has been reconnecting with old friends. I've reached out to two old high school buddies who live across the country. Now we're best friends again, and I stay with them whenever I visit. Moreover, we touch base every two weeks by phone. I also got in touch with my first love (38 years ago) and have seen each other every time I go to the (west) coast when I visit. It has been the most fulfilling experience I've had, and I look forward to my annual visit to the coast.
I love that you keep using that word "builder". When I had corporate jobs, a big part of my time was devoted to cultivating, teaching and motivating. Sure, achieving sales and profit goals felt good. But hearing that someone I had mentored, got a promotion was the best feeling. I had helped build a career.
Mentoring is helping. As one who finally "fully retired", I had a brief period of identity crisis. Then I realized I could keep "helping" as before. Not for the big bucks anymore. But by volunteering. Still at it. And never, ever lonely as a result.
Schopenhauer opined that one is only truly free when alone. Further, he opined that those who see reality spend more time alone and the more time alone one can better see reality. At least that is what I think I got from him but could be wrong.
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So happy I connected with you!🥰
A very important truth everyone should share!
Three months after my wife of 60+ years died, I felt like this.
LOST
Home is where WE are he told her
as they left the house they
raised their children in.
Now 25 years and two moves later
cancer has stolen her from him
and WE no longer exists.
Lost, he struggles to find his way
never letting on the pain he feels.
I started writing poetry — and my blog. I connected with my senior community. It helped. Some. That was three years ago. Then the woman who 70 years ago as a 15 year old girl was my high school sweetheart reentered my life.
A LOVE POEM
When souls are open to love.
When souls “see” each other.
Then love can happen.
Love nurtured grows
into something beautiful.
I saw you. I saw your soul.
I cannot help but love you.
I couldn’t stop if I tried.
And I don’t wish to try.
Now there is love. And joy in my life. And even though she lives 1600 miles from me, life is worth living again.
You are blessed to have found the other half of yourself.
I am.
I look forward to your weekly letter and the connection it brings.
The most powerful and beneficial thing I've done in the five years since my wife died has been reconnecting with old friends. I've reached out to two old high school buddies who live across the country. Now we're best friends again, and I stay with them whenever I visit. Moreover, we touch base every two weeks by phone. I also got in touch with my first love (38 years ago) and have seen each other every time I go to the (west) coast when I visit. It has been the most fulfilling experience I've had, and I look forward to my annual visit to the coast.
You hit home with this one, Deborah.
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Dr Hall,
I love that you keep using that word "builder". When I had corporate jobs, a big part of my time was devoted to cultivating, teaching and motivating. Sure, achieving sales and profit goals felt good. But hearing that someone I had mentored, got a promotion was the best feeling. I had helped build a career.
Mentoring is helping. As one who finally "fully retired", I had a brief period of identity crisis. Then I realized I could keep "helping" as before. Not for the big bucks anymore. But by volunteering. Still at it. And never, ever lonely as a result.
I posted a song
The Church of the Moment on 12/5/24
about encounters out of the house.
Schopenhauer opined that one is only truly free when alone. Further, he opined that those who see reality spend more time alone and the more time alone one can better see reality. At least that is what I think I got from him but could be wrong.