Complete essay: Moving to the Middle of the Bed

 

By Sandra Pesmen
Host of www.widowslist.com


Last night I slept in the middle of our king-size bed. It took me two years to do that. For 55 years I shared that bed with my husband.

He never walked on water. Sometimes we broke that cardinal rule and went to sleep angry. But far more often we embraced that bed, and each other, with tremendous joy, grateful we found mates that showed love, kindness, consideration, and selflessness on an almost daily basis. How unusual is that?

So often people reach out their hand when they hear I'm a widow and say, "I'm so sorry for your loss." 

"THank you," I answer, "But I only had two years of loss. I had 55 years of gain."

I know that not everyone has my resiliency. I lead The Widows List.com Web site (www.widowslist.com) as well as several widows clubs at local senior centers, and I give motivational talks to help people learn to "Strive and thrive alone."

Too often these people are so grief stricken they find it hard to concentrate on anything except their sorrow. Their sadness has become the focus of their lives, and everything and everyone else is on the periphery.

I try and help them understand that life is not a dress rehearsal. We don't get to have a "do over." And most of us don't have finite time left.

Whatever time we do have left is meant to be spent enjoying, loving, helping and caring for ourselves as well as others.

No one can hurry your grief or mine. No one can tell anyone else when it's time to pick up living and begin placing those loved ones who died into a beloved memory space. All day every day I think about my husband, silently telling him funny incidents, and asking myself what he would decide when a problem arises. His photos are on his desk in the den, on our dresser in the bedroom, and in the living room. When I talk to our grown children and grandchildren one of them usually says, "Oh, that's just what Dad (or Papa) would say."

He is with me always and lasts night, after two years spent sleeping on my side of the bed; my husband's memory finally joined me in the middle.

 

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  • 11/6/2009 3:19 PM selma fehely wrote:
    Thank you for affirming my own journey. My husband of nearly 50 years has been gone for more than a year now. Yes, I miss him daily, but am slowly finding a new life. Some days are easier than others, but each one is a gift in its own way. Though I am still not quite ready to sleep in the middle of the bed, that day is coming.
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  • 3/5/2010 10:28 PM Deborah wrote:
    Sandra:
    Your strength and courage are an inspiration for everyone that grieves. Your story re-confirmed for me that the time we do have left is meant for enjoyment, loving, helping and compassion for ourselves as well as others.
    Thank you for reminding me – to stay focused on the present and to do my best everyday to move forward.
    God bless you.
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  • 5/5/2010 5:45 PM ZEKE ZUCKERMAN wrote:
    I HAVE BEEN MARRIED TO MY SECOND WIFE FOR 32 YEARS AND MY PROBLEM IS THAT SHE SLEEPS N.E. X S.W. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BED WHICH IS ALIGNED N.-S. AND I AM STILL IN IT OR TRYING TO BE......
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