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Every Wednesday I will post something about grief. Sometimes it will be a reflection on an aspect of grief’s landscape. Now and then I will share from my own journey of grief, because in the sharing of our stories we find strength and build a community of people that support one another.

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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Alone or Lonely: Who Do You Love?


After the death of a spouse, especially if there were just the two of you at home, the absence of the other person is keenly felt. Half of our life feels gone. Which it is.

Suddenly there is no one else in the house to talk to, to cook for, no one to toss ideas around about what to do this weekend.

For many widowers and widows, it’s been a long time since we lived alone. Some of us may not have ever lived alone, going from our parents’ house to college and right into marriage. It feels odd, empty and wrong.

In time, we will discover what we like to do on our own and set up a new pattern of living. We will learn when we want to be alone, and when we want to be with others. We may discover that we don’t want to get married right now, because we are finding out things about ourselves that we were too busy to notice before.

Recently I read an excerpt by Jeff Foster. The first half was spot on, that aloneness is not the same as loneliness, nor is it despair. Sometimes it’s just a fact of life.

Rilke also says something about this, that in each person there is an aloneness, a solitude that cannot be shared with any other person. We would feel this aloneness whether we live by ourselves or with other people. By living alone, we have the opportunity to get in touch with this solitude inside us.

I love to hike by myself for a week in the wilderness, and this is part of my acceptance of aloneness. I’ve also thought about becoming a monk, but with Thomas Merton’s arrangement, of having a hermitage out in the woods that was near the monastery so that I could come in, be among people and sing Gregorian chant. Most of the time I’d be out in the woods listening to the wild spirituality of birds and coyotes, and keeping pace with the changing rhythms of the seasons.

Foster speaks of the “exquisite melancholy” of aloneness. This is “but” living. For those who have grieved, the world may become enjoyable again, BUT it is no longer a place that will ever be completely happy because we will always feel grief for the person we lost. We know that everyone will experience grief at some point because sorrow is part of life. 

We also wish that after a period of grief we could return to our happy outlook on life, BUT we know that we will always be aware of how suddenly good things can fall apart, and how quickly people we love can die.

We try to be positive and hopeful, BUT we are so aware of that.

Foster also speaks of the heart being broken open. I understand this to mean that life is lived best when the heart is open, where there is give and take, because then we are aware of the suffering, love and tenderness of other people. By staying single/widowed (choose your term), we have the time and energy to love and care for everyone we meet.

It’s hard to stay open when we’ve been battered and bruised by death. We want to protect our hearts, and we may not feel strong enough to take on the suffering of others, so a layer of protection builds around us.

We also have a new sensitivity to sorrow, and a single word of loss is enough to throw open our hearts to others because we know how crucial it is to have someone listen and understand our pain. There are times, though, when we need to withdraw for a while when the struggles of others become too much.


I am not afraid to be alone. My world broke apart and is reforming But to love others well, I first have to love my self.

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