Mental Health - Widower Experience (WX)

I promised to love you, to protect you from all harm, and to care for you. To keep you safe throughout the nights keep you warm. Sometimes I wonder how it came to this Just don't think to spare me this Perhaps the truth and time can set me free From the half truths ensnaring me A black hole of intensity collapses on its density And sucks me to a darker place that hides behind blank space and a broken face When you left me the patterns in the distant stars the loose threads of our lives' loom When you walked into a room The smell of your perfume The taste of your skin All those bitter reminders How do I wake up, how do I sleep? How do I laugh now, I can't even weep? Where do I run to, where do I hide? The sand, it falls in the hour glass And time slips through our fingers fast and I have no idea how long it will last I am searching for peace of mind but also keeping our love in mind

I lost my wife - but not my love. We never had a wedding ring - even we talked so often to get rings made out of wood - as my wife had a metal allergy. Now I have one made out of limewood - as my wife was buried under a tilia / lime-tree. For me this wedding ring shows a promise, a pledge of love. And it will always connects me to my wife.