Thank God for Xanax

A week after my husband died, the day before his funeral, a former friend said to me, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll be remarried within a year.”

My husband was in a horrible accident where he and two other people died. I got an urgent message from one of his clients. Thinking that this was business related, I stupidly called back only to hear the client crying and wailing and screaming, “Did he do it on purpose???” I hung up.

About a year after my husband died I ran into an old acquaintance who told me that he had heard that my husband had not really died, that he was living in China trying to avoid being called to testify against the Italian Mafia in LA.

I received a letter from my sister in law after the death of my husband. It read, “You don’t hold the patent on grief. Some of us have known John a lot longer than you...”

Almost a year after the accident, a friend walked into my house and said, “Ew, there are unhappy spirits in your house. They feel cold...can’t you feel it?”

Two years after the accident, I got a phone call from one of John’s friends telling me that John had visited him in a dream and that he was “very unhappy and had not passed on to a better place...he had unresolved issues here...” I told that person that I preferred not to hear about his “dream visitations” again; that in order for me to survive this lifetime, I had to think in my head and have peace in my heart that my husband was at peace.
Anonymous
California