by Christina Rasmussen, author of Where Did You Go?
“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
—Tuesdays with Morrie
In the days, weeks and months that followed my 35-year-old husband’s death, I swung between mind-numbing grief and an insatiable search for him, for his essence. One moment I was painfully sad, the next moment I was hunting for his ghost, spirit body, soul—anything that was him.
Even though I’d been brought up Greek Orthodox, my religious background didn’t help me. In fact, immediately trying to apply my faith to my dire circumstances actually deepened my doubts about what faith really meant to me, my two young daughters, and life in general, that someone we loved dearly was now in a place called heaven, or the afterlife.
The journey that started the day my husband died has been the most important journey of my life. I spent those first few years after his passing barely surviving. Living day in and day out inside a (more…)
5 Hard Lessons I Learned About Life After My Husband Died at 35 was orginially posted by Angel Chernoff