TBT…playing in the mud with the elephants in Thailand. Widow therapy.
December 2, 2016
What a wonderful time I had last summer traveling to Thailand. Traveling did help me through some times that I knew would trigger emotional feelings due to my loss and I didn’t want to be so sad thinking about my new life as a widow. I do still get sad but I try to remember good memories with my husband Mike, as well as new memories like this day when we weren’t sure if the baby elephant would make it up the bank of the mud pond…
I won’t hold you in suspense. Keep watching…
Sometimes I feel like the baby elephant. Just keep trying. Figure out what to do. You can do this! Celebrating my wedding anniversary with the elephants!
At the age of 51 I unexpectedly became a widow. For the first 6 months after my husband died, I was in shock and numb. I journaled and with the help of friends, family and therapists was able to get back to living my old life, even if it is now very different.
Before I was married, I had spent a semester in England and backpacked around Europe. My husband and I moved from New York to California for 8 years and started a family. Travelling took a back seat to raising a family and going to work everyday.
Since the loss of my husband I have visited a lot of places with family and friends and took a solo trip to Thailand. I am enjoying sharing my stories and adventures as well as some of my insights to how I am traveling the path of being a widow.
I hope to share my stories and adventures as well as some thoughts on being a middle aged widow. While I have some great experiences traveling to Thailand and cruising to Central America, some of my adventures involve a trip to see a Broadway show in nearby Manhattan and a shopping trip at Bed, Bath and Beyond. If I can inspire anyone to go out and continue to live a good life that would be my greatest accomplishment.
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I don’t how I did that myself, okay I didn’t become a widow – and my ex-DH is now a phone call/ walk away. He had much more difficulty than I did, because he didn’t expect me to leave. It’s a long story why I did leave, and now we do seem to get on better…mainly because he had to take a steep learning curve!
He made some huge discoveries about house hold chores, cooking, shopping and of course finances…he was used to a “hand maiden” as such; along with a chauffeur (he didn’t care to drive); various other things including juggling work/home life.
the first w/end he was own his own, he couldn’t fathom out the washing machine…he called me “in a tantrum” and all I said was “instructions inside the lid” – that particular washer had that info!! An hour so later he called, “where are pegs?” – (in NZ we usually dry clothes outdoors)…
Sounds like that was a real eye opener for him. Your strength is encouraging.