Sit down and shut up
Wow, I think everything that goes through a widow/widower's mind, but is kept unspoken,
is summed up by the following rant.
I didn't write this and it is shared from a friend's Facebook timeline. I did make one change, you should see it. Here is my rant: Sit down. And shut up. Serious question: Is your spouse six feet under? Oh wait, are they a pile of ashes? No? They aren’t? Wow. Ok. Cool. Then, sit down. And shut up. My husband's name was Jorge. And he's gone. Once a widow. Always a widow. Once a widower. Always a widower. No, this isn’t a plea for sympathy. No, this isn’t even an angry post. This is an honest post. This is a passionate post. This is a real post. Sit down. And shut up. Unless you watched your spouse die. Unless you buried your spouse. Unless you burned your spouse. Sit down. And shut up. Do not tell a widow or widower how they should be living. Do not tell a widow or widower how they should be acting. And please, for the love of all that is right in this world, PLEASE – do NOT tell a widow or widower when they should try to love again. I am sick of seeing widows and widowers vilified for trying to pick up the pieces of their lives. I am sick of seeing widows and widowers vilified for trying to find companionship again. For trying to find love again. Hell, for trying to find ANYTHING again! We are lost souls. On a journey to find our self again. And YOU want to judge? You? Do you know the courage it takes to go back out there after your spouse has died? After you watched them die of cancer. Or a massive heart attack. Or suicide. After you watched them fall to sixty pounds. Having bowel movements on themselves. Having horrific hallucinations so bad that seeing them like that strangled your soul. After you watched them fall to their knees. And clutch there chest. And take their last breath. After you walked in on their body. Dead. Because they took their own life. You have no idea. Do you have any idea how badly the loss of a spouse messes with your mind? With your heart? With your soul? No. You don’t. So sit down. And shut up. You are not allowed to judge. You are not allowed to pass judgment as you drive home to your spouse. You are not allowed to pass judgment as you eat dinner with your spouse. You are not allowed to pass judgment as you cuddle up on the couch with your spouse. You are not allowed to pass judgment as you have sexy time with your spouse. You. Are. Not. Allowed. To. Pass. Judgment. Sit down. And shut up. Stop judging. Stop thinking that you know what the hell you are talking about. Because you do not. Your life wasn’t ripped from you. Your future wasn’t destroyed. Sit down. And shut up. This was not our choice. This was not a breakup. Stop comparing. This was not a divorce. Stop comparing. This was not the loss of a grandpa. Stop comparing. This was not the loss of Uncle Thomas. Stop comparing. And for Heaven’s sake, this was NOT the loss of your damn CAT. Stop comparing! This was the loss of a soul mate. Our love. Our other half. Our life. Our future. Sit down. And shut up. The next time you see a widow or widower try to pick themselves up, dust themselves off and ‘get back out there’. You have 2 choices. You can either sit down and shut up. Or, You can give them a standing ovation. For their heart. For their courage. For their bravery. Those are your two options. And your ONLY two options. Because. You. Do. Not. Know. – Rant. Over. – Mic Drop. © Copyright 2017 John Polo