Aftermath

Anyone who knows us well knows that we have had several crises in our nearly forty-nine years together.  I've crawled out of a car after a head-on collision, hauled water into the house for a month after our well collapsed leaving us with no running water, bandaged bullet wounds after Keith was ambushed and shot five times in the line of duty, endured frightening, painful, experimental surgeries to save my vision for just a little longer, and that doesn't even cover half the list of traumatic experiences we have endured.  In every instance our brothers and sisters crowded round us with loving support and practical help.  In every area they went far beyond our expectations.
            In all these things, though, I have learned through experience, that even though the immediate crisis may be over, the after-effects linger, sometimes for years.  We are all taught to put on a smiling face—who wants to be around a moping complainer?  And so people look on a smiling widow and think she is fine.  They see a cancer or severe injury survivor who appears alive and well and don't see the lingering pain of medication side effects or horrific injuries that will never go away.  After a good while, they completely forget the life traumas that others have dealt with and continue to deal with.  Even though I am more aware than some, I do it too!
            But I have learned to send my sympathy cards a week or more after the funeral, when the incoming mail will have trickled down to nearly nothing.  To ask a cancer survivor every six months or so how their numbers are—they are usually checked every quarter and that day of waiting can be full of anxiety.  To ask a widow how she's doing for a couple of years rather than a few weeks.
            Think about some of the things you have been through that may still be bothering you with physical or emotional pain.  You aren't the only one.  But I have found this—thinking about the aftermaths others are dealing with rather than focusing on my own can help enormously.  If we all did that, no one would be left to sigh or cry alone for the long, difficult time afterward.
 
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God (2Cor 1:3-4).
 
Dene Ward

Comments

Karen Moore 2/10/2023
As a widow nearing the one year mark, I can attest to the outpouring of love and support from family and friends and fellow Christians in the beginning, but as everyone goes back to their own lives and families, we are left to pick up the pieces and find a new norm. We'll meaning people often comment how good I look and that I seem to be doing just fine. I reply by saying they see me at my good (public) moments and not my private times. We may be smiling on the outside, but the loneliness fills our hearts and thoughts. I sometimes wonder when people ask how I am whether I should say "fine" or reply that I'm lonely.I do find that being alone gives me more opportunities from God to minister to others. This helps me focus on others and not my own situation (at least until I return to an empty house).It's still a couples world, so I find it difficult and sometimes awkward joining well meaning friends who invite me to join them for an outing or meal. With advancing age, I am now a part of an ever growing group of other widows who have become my support group and vice versa.This is an excellent reminder that we each have a responsibility to love and serve others.

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