Hi, Everyone!
It's been 3.5 months since Danny passed away. Like many of you have said, I've had my ups and downs, but the absolutely worst time was the 2-4 weeks following his death. I had so much anxiety, I felt terrible. I was surprised that the anxiety was so dominant, but I guess it's because one of the main foundations of my life was taken away. Since then, I've done better and better.
One big setback for me was the recent loss of my full-time job. I loved my work, and it was a shock to be laid off after 16 years at that agency. However, I worked for a non-profit and funding is never totally secure, and the agency had to end the program for which I worked. There was also, of course, the financial fears.
Fortunately, I went to Social Security to apply for Danny's $255 death benefit
and learned that I am eligible to receive monthly payments as Danny's surviving spouse since I am 61 and you have to be 60. So, though I wasn't keen on it, I signed up. I continue to work an 8 hour a week teaching job, and in many ways I think having the "free" time is a blessing. I honestly do need time to clear my head, mourn Danny, and decide if I want to remain on Social Security or find a new full-time job. I've only been off full-time work for a week and a half, but I'm amazed at how busy I am. I feared I would have nothing to do.
I am thinking of joining a local hospice run grief support group. I find myself dwelling too much on Danny's last few weeks. Perhaps if I have a chance to discuss it with others who have gone through something similar, I will move on from those sad thoughts. I also have some anger about something one of Danny's relatives did that continues to gnaw at me. I know that there is no benefit in holding on to anger, so that's something I would also like to have the chance to talk about.
Like many of you have said about your lost loved ones, I feel Danny near me a lot. I had one dream about him recently in which I knew he was dead, but he was trying to tell me something. In the dream I was very frustrated because I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. This actually happened when Danny was in his last hours. He was trying to say something to me, but he was too weak to make himself clear. I guess this is haunting me more than I thought.
On a happy note, I am spending more time with my grandchildren now that I am not working full-time. They are young teens, so I'm not sure how they appreciate grandma popping up more, but so far they are humoring me!