The Trinity of Guilt

When my wife of 34 years passed away last year I experienced an avalanche of emotions. Her death was unexpected, though not sudden. She was a 10-year cancer survivor, who was dubious when doctors told her she was “cured.” Her worst fears were realized when her breast cancer metastasized in her bones and liver.

They say there are five stages of grief. I felt all those: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance… and guilt. How did this happen? Why wasn’t I a better husband? How do I move on? Interwoven within that grief I experienced three distinct stages of guilt.

Jackie and I during a visit to Albuquerque’s Balloon Museum.
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Scattering the Ashes

When my wife of 34 years passed away in October she had some very explicit instructions for me. One particular wish concerned her remains. Long ago we had both agreed we preferred to be cremated. But we’d never really discussed what to do with the ashes. Jackie was not interested in an urn or burial or any other type of internment.

One afternoon, just days before her demise, she told me, “Don’t put them all in one place.” Instead she wanted to be a part of places we loved to visit. Places her running group would often frequent. Special places.

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