I’m talking about more than missing their physical presence in the house.
Last week I came home from the memorial service for Paul, the husband of Kimberly. Besides everything else, she spoke of missing his physical presence, his touch, the familiarity and comfort of his body.
When a spouse dies, the mind scrambles trying to make sense of what does not make sense. The heart feels crushed. Emotions fly against the walls, and in the early weeks we lose touch with our bodies. We feel cold all the time and have no appetite. Our senses of smell, sight, and taste are blunted. Even after our senses gradually return in one to six months, when we walk around the house in silence, the one we loved is still physically gone, and the absence of our love’s body is an unrelenting longing that aches.