I’ve come to realize over the past few weeks, that I don’t want to get over my husband.
While I realize that my statement may alarm my family and friends, stick with me for a minute.
You see, I was of the mind that the only way I would ever get over my husband was by meeting someone new. A new relationship would allow me to get over him, and enable me to move on with my life.
Recently, I’ve come to a new understanding.
I loved my husband. We were best friends. He was everything to me. I still love my husband despite the fact that he’s been gone for three years. I never entered into our marriage with the idea that I wouldn’t love him for the rest of my life.
I understand that he’s gone, I know that he died and that he’s not coming back, but does that magically mean that I’m supposed to tell my heart to stop feeling?
His absence from my life has no bearing on the way that I feel about him.
I don’t want to get over my husband because what we had was real.
We were friends. We respected each other. We loved each other. We genuinely cared for one another. He protected my very fragile heart and provided a safe place for me to rest in his arms.
We were passionate and silly… We laughed until we cried. We argued and fussed and made up and cuddled and talked about a future that involved our grandchildren… We dreamed together, and in the end, we mourned that we would not be allowed to finish this life together.
I’m not holding onto the past; I’m simply saying that it’s ok for me to still love my husband and not be interested in dating or starting a new relationship. Yes I’m human, and I get lonely from time to time.
However, to be honest, I’m lonely for Robert. I’m lonely for my husband.
I miss his deep voice, and the way he called me “girl,” as if he failed to see the gray wisps of hair that had begun to pop up in my head… I miss the way he would complain about giving me foot rubs, but would massage my feet anyway.
I miss a thousand things about my husband.
The way he would get up in the middle of the night and say, “You need to come to be woman, you know I can’t sleep without you.” (I’ve always been a night owl.) I miss his laughter that always made me smile and laugh and his amazingly beautiful smile that lit up his entire face and reminded me of how much I loved him. We truly enjoyed each other.
I miss my man. He was such a good guy. So yeah, I don’t want to get over him. I just want to live my life in a way that would make him proud.
I hear him telling me I can do this, as he so often told me when I doubted myself. I imagine his smile when our children say or do something funny… I hear him telling me to stay close to God and to continue seeking Him. Until his death, I hadn’t realized how much I learned from my husband. How much my broken heart healed in loving him.
Lest you be dismayed, if God brought someone in my life, I would listen to Him and give someone a chance. But to be real with you, my priority is and will always be raising my children. They come first and I would be okay in choosing to live a life alone.
I have had the kind of love that people write about. The kind of love that movies depict and people dream of…. It was ordained by God and blessed by Him.
Why would I want to ever get over a love like that? I don’t. And you know what? That’s ok.
Be blessed friends…