I think I’m relatively sane, although I did wonder for a while! You probably think I’m joking but I actually feel quite embarrassed about some of the things I said/did during the early weeks after my husband Norbert was killed in the glider crash. Here’s where I admit to some of the reeeeally stupid things…. 🙂
I will not be recommending that you need to sit on a special mat on the floor, or have to cross your legs in an un-natural way, or send yourself into a trance or need to repeat “Ommmm” over and over again. That’s for serious meditation people who wear flowing clothes and probably eat raw food. 😀
My life was all laid out for me. I was married to my soul-mate and looked forward to the ‘golden years’ ahead. A relaxing retirement together which stretched into the future and promised lots of travel and fun times. I knew who I was….and I liked that person. Then instantly all this was snatched away from me, leaving me asking “Who am I?”
My second foray into travelling solo was going along perfectly well and then it fell apart in 5 seconds flat! One minute I was sitting on the hotel bed to take off my walking shoes after exploring a new city….and the next minute the room started to slew to the right and the floor was spinning around my feet. Vertigo! Aaargh!!!!
My serious blogging began on the day my husband died. Sounds weird but it was actually the cataclysmic event which gave me reason….although at the time it was a survival mechanism. If you’re confused as to how one could go from grieving widow to being a blogger….read on. 🙂
Such a personal decision! There is no way I would tell somebody else what they should do, but I thought I’d share my own feelings……because despite being adamant that I would never do this (it’s better to remember them as they were etc etc), I changed my mind. I thought I’d tell you why.