tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post3344569675205159692..comments2024-03-28T20:40:18.960-04:00Comments on The Misadventures of Widowhood: Comparing Widows and Purging StuffMisadventures of Widowhoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-43628896996535171042014-03-23T23:33:26.855-04:002014-03-23T23:33:26.855-04:00Keeping samples of handwriting makes perfect sense...Keeping samples of handwriting makes perfect sense to me. It's funny how just seeing it can bring back such strong warmth and memories. When I put together a family history back in the '80s, I got handwriting samples of all my relatives and included them in the book. With computers taking over the world those samples will take on a whole new meaning for future generations of my family. Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-85440495711781879172014-03-23T20:39:01.316-04:002014-03-23T20:39:01.316-04:00Jean, This post really helped me understand why, a...Jean, This post really helped me understand why, as I get ready to move, I'm having no trouble getting rid of my own stuff but finding it harder to purge stuff that belonged to my mother (including things like old shopping lists that I found in the pockets of her jacket). Suppose I throw them away and later forget what her handwriting looked like? Thanks for the suggestion of photographing Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-35741033862735276712014-03-22T08:04:04.781-04:002014-03-22T08:04:04.781-04:00LOLLOLGowitheFlohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01842273685414939160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-91552851491492134692014-03-21T08:42:00.914-04:002014-03-21T08:42:00.914-04:00Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a g...Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,<br />Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.<br />All the kings' horses,<br />And all the kings' men.<br />Had scrambled eggs,<br />For breakfast again.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-55593100428466899042014-03-20T23:02:54.302-04:002014-03-20T23:02:54.302-04:00Great comments, Judy! And now that you mention it,...Great comments, Judy! And now that you mention it, Exhibit 'A' whose "love of her life" died and she purged quickly was also a second wife. His stuff was not stuff they acquired while they were together. I can see, now, how that would leave her (and you) with less attachments to The Stuff than other widows who'd been married for decades and where the The Stuff comes with an Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-12661853350335114292014-03-20T22:33:39.930-04:002014-03-20T22:33:39.930-04:00I'm so glad to hear that, Fichereader. I strug...I'm so glad to hear that, Fichereader. I struggled with whether or not I should even write this comparison and after I did I struggled with whether or not to publish it. In fact shortly after I first published it I removed it off the blog for a day before changing my mind again. Just knowing it could help someone makes me feel better about posting this. <br /><br />Thanks for commenting!<br Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-52151182311027372062014-03-20T22:26:43.021-04:002014-03-20T22:26:43.021-04:00I was the "get rid of the stuff" kind of...I was the "get rid of the stuff" kind of person, but...I still can't let his sneakers go. They sat by the front door, where he left them, for months and months. Then I took them out to the garbage pail, but I just couldn't dump them--and believe me--they have no value, money wise. So now--they sit in the bedroom closet. It's weird, but, I had lived alone and now again Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-27571180028382262692014-03-20T20:46:27.781-04:002014-03-20T20:46:27.781-04:00This is helpful for me, actually. I visited a woma...This is helpful for me, actually. I visited a woman newly widowed after years of caregiving. From what I learned here from you, I just knew that her experience was going to be different than mine, and that prepared me to be open to her own pace of healing. But there's no single caregiver experience, this is clear from this post. Fichereaderhttp://somenewnormal.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-71859757840637929822014-03-20T14:56:34.435-04:002014-03-20T14:56:34.435-04:00That's quite a hard benchmark to reach, isn...That's quite a hard benchmark to reach, isn't it. I'm so sorry for the loss of your husband. Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-87684792566039552872014-03-20T14:01:42.337-04:002014-03-20T14:01:42.337-04:00I just passed the three year mark and finally I ca...I just passed the three year mark and finally I can let go of my husband's clothes. He is not coming back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-31731021761309612632014-03-20T12:29:55.372-04:002014-03-20T12:29:55.372-04:00Note: Humpty Dumpty took out his pen, and Humpty&#...Note: Humpty Dumpty took out his pen, and Humpty's together again. Let's hear it for the power of the pen! I never knew that's how the nursery rhyme ended until I looked it up after it popped into my head this morning.GowitheFlohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01842273685414939160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-16031725106806609442014-03-20T12:23:41.374-04:002014-03-20T12:23:41.374-04:00Yes! LOLYes! LOLGowitheFlohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01842273685414939160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-46470193467169121022014-03-20T08:55:58.055-04:002014-03-20T08:55:58.055-04:00Are you volunteering to be Exhibit 'E', th...Are you volunteering to be Exhibit 'E', the lover of nursery rhymes and Holy Grail seeking widow? LOL Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-73890816092770836982014-03-19T15:51:01.380-04:002014-03-19T15:51:01.380-04:00Every letter of the alphabet times a trillion!
...Every letter of the alphabet times a trillion! <br /><br />Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put Humpty together again... <br /><br />Maybe Exhibit A and B are trying to get ahead of this change and cut grief off at the pass. Maybe C and D are exhaling their grief, you know, the 'breathe in, GowitheFlohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01842273685414939160noreply@blogger.com