Bereavement

One of the very hardest things for me about being widowed was something I had neither anticipated nor (to my notice) come across in many counselling sessions. I found that I had, after a long marriage, ceased to be one of two, but had become one in two. As a married man, when people addressed me or encountered me, even where my wife was not present, I felt as though they were looking right past me -- to some we which was not me. But when my wife died, the spotlight seemed to be unbearably on me.