A few years ago I lost my father in a battle with cancer. No
one can ever prepare you for this loss, nor did I foresee just how much I would
be affected. During my mourning I took up my camera and started documenting the
event following his death. I soon became very aware of how it was affecting
those around me and have since become empathetic to those feelings. I began to
open my thoughts to where they were and how his death had changed them.
A few months ago I was in conversation with my mom
discussing life events. During which she revealed how I had no understanding of
the devastating affect my fathers loss has had on her. I begged the question
and her answer took me back.
“I was with your father for 38 years and all my adult life.
I do not know any other way of living and now have no one to share my daily
events with.” She stated in a very somber tone.
Just kids getting married. |
I was hit hard with the realization of how alone she really
was. It had never crossed my mind just how much I talk to my own wife and share
every little detail of our day. I began to image what it would look like to not
be able to share our children’s antics or my frustration at work. How would my
life look with no one to vent to or laugh with? Where would I get that fulfillment
and satisfaction of validation?
These thoughts have haunted me as of late. I feel an
overwhelming sense of fear that we do not love our widows and widowers well. I
believe it is our job as relational beings to pay attention to our neighbors
needs and adjust our lives accordingly. We should not shut them out but rather
envelope them into our activities and lives. Help them adjust better into a new
understanding of living. Loneliness is a very devastating feeling that can
overwhelm us and leave us feeling empty and depressed.
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