I know I've told this story before, but, it seems appropriate to say again...
My story doesn't involve the death of a loved one, but, the demise of a marriage after 29 years and a complete disruption of normal routine.
Back in 2001 many things were happening. I had recently witnessed the exit of my second daughter from our fold due, happily, to marriage. Created a major gap in my life. My business had to be sold off due to a situation completely out of my control leading to bankruptcy along with many other loose ends. I was forced to take a job that I hated to a degree that isn't even explainable in order to just survive. At that point in time my wife decided that she really just didn't want to be married anymore, no other reason that I can tell. She left while I was at work with nothing more then a note left on the kitchen counter that read... "I have gone".
She filed for divorce almost immediately and I made the decision that I wasn't going to fight it. So within a few months it was final, I sold the house and split the equity and basically sat there in a stupor for what seemed like an eternity, but, was just a few months.
In the following February, I decided that I might feel better if I took a road trip to Florida and parts in between, and headed out on a cold snowy morning from Vermont into a cold rainy first and second day on the road. Arriving in Florida eventually, I went to MK. MK was a source of so many great memories of fun and family, little kids to pre-teens to teens. As I entered MK, I was overwhelmed with sadness and melancholy. I sat on a bench and just looked around for a while picturing those happy times together as a family. I took a couple of rides and felt a little better and then I realized that those memories, hopefully, will never be taken away from me. They happened and I was lucky enough to experience them
I was still depressed and discouraged. Everything I had worked my butt off for was gone. Some came under the heading of being how it was supposed to be others were just rotten things that happened and now I had to start over, by myself, and make a new life. I didn't know how I was going to do it and I wasn't exactly convinced that I could. Then I went to the Carrousel of Progress. All my previous visits to that was when it was theme to "Now is the best time" and for me it was. Here I was back again, not exactly feeling that way, however, Disney, perhaps sensing my despair decided to change the theme back to "Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow".
That motivated me to get off my butt, and rebuild. Get over what had happened and do what I was meant to do... move forward. I couldn't go back, but, I still could look back. Those good things happened and no one could take that away from me. Within a few months of struggle and frustration, things started to turn around and I got a job that I really liked that paid me more money then I had ever made in the past. That enabled me to look toward retirement and not meaning I would have to eat out of dumpsters outside of restaurants. My children were very supportive of me, and helped and gave encouragement wherever they could. I started to see that I really was a lucky guy and that I survived that very rough spot and was able to feel good again and enjoy my life.
Now, I know this isn't the same as losing a spouse to death, but, I hope that it will help you know that facing life is hard sometimes, but, we can come out the other side stronger then we went in. Good luck and hang in there. We get our life out of living and making the best we can out of bad situations.