On Being Alone

Just one of the components of grieving the loss of a spouse, partner, significant other.

Sometimes I feel very alone. Mostly in the evenings when I no longer have the energy to keep busy with – whatever. Recently I wondered about the difference between being lonesome and being lonely. Based on Webster’s, it seems they are intertwined:

Lonesome:
sad or dejected as a result of lack of companionship or separation from others; causing a feeling of loneliness

Lonely:
being without company; cut off from others; not frequented by human beings; sad from being alone; producing a feeling of bleakness or desolation

Though these adjectives do describe me, I am not without hope, nor am I in despair. In a broader sense, I am not alone. I have loving and supportive family and friends. I wish I was geographically closer, but I am comforted in knowing that they have me in their thoughts and hearts and, if I “need” to, I can call or text them at any time.

A longtime friend of Pam’s and mine, who’s husband died of Parkinson’s about two years ago, sent me a book called Healing After Loss, by Martha W. Hickman. The passage for November 17th (this year it was Thursday) speaks directly to this topic and includes the following:

“Together we realize that ‘no man [or woman] is an Island.’ We know that, while we are still sad, we are not alone, and that love, often forged out of sadness, is life’s greatest gift to us all.”

I am sad that Pam no longer lives. She was beautiful in so many ways. Her life was cut short by an insidious disease. I am certainly lonesome and lonely without her. I would give anything to have Pam with me still. But I think I am beginning to accept being alone for the first time in my life. I want to embrace being alone. I need to experience aloneness, yet still live in the love she had for me, and I for her, and pass it on.

It helps to know that I am not really alone. I interact with people every day, whether they be family, neighbors, or friends, sometimes even with strangers. And though I have no expectations, I leave open the possibility of companionship and love. That I might not always spend all my evenings alone.