My sincere condolences.
In 1992, when I was 13 years old, I lost my mother.
In 2001, when I was 23 years old, I lost my father.
In 2006, I lost my firstborn, when I was 3 and a half years old.
In 2017, I lost my older brother, and a year later, my niece (a 21-year-old who had recently graduated in psychology), the daughter of that brother.
In 2016, I lost my wife, the mother of my children. I was left alone with a 7-year-old daughter at the time.
I know how painful it is to lose the people we love most in life.
However, we do not choose to love our fathers, mothers, siblings, and children. It is unconditional love, it is a part of us.
But a wife is a random human being that we decide to love among so many people. She is the mother we choose for our children, someone to grow old with. That is why the loss hurts so much. And it is a pain that will never go away, my friend.
Not only for yourself, but for your children and grandchildren, choose to live.
Life must go on. Imagine the pain your children will feel if they also lose you. The sadness in your child's eyes at the pain of losing their mother should be your motivation to carry on. You should be their strength and foundation.
This month marks 8 years since my wife left us, and my daughter and I are still together. Today I am dating, and I have found someone who deserves to be by my side, but the void left in my heart will never be completely filled. The flame of the memory of our happy days as a complete family will always be lit.
May God, in his infinite wisdom and mercy, give you and your family the strength to continue on this journey.
