Memories Box - Grief
My good friend’s husband passed away after 11 years of fighting lymphoma and leukemia. This past year was terrible for both of them as they struggled to be positive and useful and loving. I visited with her one afternoon and I listened as she told me how she will miss his presence, his humor, his wit and his nightly, “Good Night, Beautiful”. She is, of course, glad he is no longer in pain and she has removed the reminders of that pain from the house. We both know the reminders live within her and will fade with time as the good memories take over. A doctor once told me that losing a loved one leaves a hole inside. That hole can be likened to the hole in a doughnut. The hole is there with healing around it. I opened my memory box to share some of the pain and some of the humor I remember so well from my husband’s dying. My friend was concerned about getting the ashes to another state. I shared the story of picking out the container for my husband’s ashes kno