Last week I was very taken aback to see a recently bereaved (4 months) friend of ours walking along the High Street with his arms around a ladyfriend. I knew how devastated he had been at his wife's death, so it gave me quite a start to see him with someone else. I then told myself it was none of my business, quit judging Sunshine, get on with your own life.
I couldn't shake the image out my mind however, so I discussed it at length with Her Ladyship to get her thoughts on the matter. We recalled how pleasant and pretty his wife had been and how devastated the family were when it was learned that she had a brain tumour, which put an immediate end to her teaching career.
Then we recalled how, after her first operation, so much brain tissue had been removed in a vain attempt to extricate the malignant tumour that her behaviour had become extremely bizarre and unpredictable, and how her husband had stood patiently by her whilst she would go and talk to strangers about all manner of strange things. She also became so excitable and hyper-active that long-time friends would steer clear of them both. Her 2 sons would oil the wheels of social interchange so as to help her cope with everyday life.
We remembered too, how, over the next year and a half, the toll that the steroid medication took upon her. How her weight increased dramatically, so that she eventually became very bloated and podgy. We saw her elderly parents struggling to cope with this almost unrecognisable person as we ourselves battled to continue to maintain some sort of relationship with her.
She died very suddenly within just a couple of hours of slipping into a coma. Her immediate family pulled together as real families do, but within weeks the bereaved husband let it be known that there was another lady in his life.
I think maybe that her husband had started to grieve for his wife on the day that her personality was removed by the operation that was meant to cure the tumour. I reckon that in the 2 years that followed he was aware that she would die and had actually said his goodbyes whilst she was still alive, and that the funeral was just the closing chapter in the grieving process.
I don't know if I'm right however, as this very morning, I came across the husband whilst shopping in Tesco's. Do I ask him how he's coping or do I tell him that I know about his new lady?
I'm struggling with this one a bit.
Englishman.