Widowed dad is ‘floored’ after finding old email chain and ‘can’t stop crying’

Dad-of-two Chris first met Renee through her cousin (a good friend of his) back in their early twenties.

However, it took the couple a little while to – as Chris puts it – "see the light" and share their first kiss at his brother’s and her cousin’s joint thirtieth birthday.

Seven and a half "glorious years" followed for the couple, until cancer claimed Renee’s life. She was just 39 years-old.

Renee’s passing may have been five years ago, but as Chris recently discovered, his wife is still capable of surprising him – and helping him with his grief.

Describing what happened on his blog, Just A Dad , Chris explains how a quick glance at Renee’s email account "floored him".

"I haven’t cried in quite some time. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. Doesn’t really matter I guess, as long as I don’t bottle everything up and explode in spectacular fashion one day while at a school function or kids birthday party .

"But out of nowhere, tonight, I did.

"Well not nowhere exactly, but it was a sudden onset and totally out of left field.

"You see I was logged into Renee’s email trying to find some information and, in my search, chanced upon an email thread where my usually un-sneaky wife (she couldn’t hide a secret for the life of her) was conspiring with my family about my 40th birthday celebrations back in 2014.

"I was simply skimming the contents when I found some humbling and beautiful words she had written about me and what I meant to her.

"It was as if I could hear her voice, something I haven’t heard for so long, in the words printed on the screen before me."

Seeing tangible evidence of how his wife felt was bittersweet and deeply affecting for Chris.

He continues: "And it floored me – in more ways than one."

"I felt humbled by her endearing words. I was overcome by the same desperate sadness I remember so vividly after she passed.

"I immediately felt the dreadful hollowness of being alone, of never being able to have exactly what I once did, again. The tears flowed and I felt terrible guilt course through every fibre.

"Guilt that I hadn’t thought or felt these things for some time.

"Guilt that I had seemingly forgone these feelings in the pursuit of normality and, dare I say it, happiness.

"Guilt that I wasn’t upset until I read the words. Guilt that I’m here and not her. Guilt that I couldn’t fix her.

"Now I know that grief is a journey without end, and that the journey is as different for every individual just as there are no two snowflakes the same.

"But there are commonalities in everyone’s journey, and guilt is definitely one of them.

"And it’s a tricky b*****d this guilty feeling. Ill-definable, sporadic and hard to articulate without sounding like a pessimistic child, it is one of the few feelings that hit hard and fast, and leave you stunned and questioning everything.

"It has a cunning ability to dredge up every thought or decision you’ve made in the past and often lingers long after the initial anxiety has past. And it provides no answers, just more questions.

"It’s basically just f****d.

"And like everything else in life, it too passes, albeit slowly sometimes.

"But it serves as a reminder – like a hammer to my kneecap type reminder, that there is more to losing a loved one than the anticipated sadness, loneliness and longing.

"That there are no answers, no solutions or no ways to manipulate the grief journey.

"It just has to happen. However it pans out, I just have to trust that I’ll be ok.

"For now, however, in a weird kinda way I’m glad it happened. It’s comforting to know I still care. It feels good to connect with deep emotions, to acknowledge things I perhaps have ignored lately in lieu of more superficial pursuits.

"And contrary to popular belief, guys do like a good old sob every now and then, even if they don’t admit it. It’s cleansing. Healing. Normal.

"Even writing this all down has been cathartic and I feel lighter already.

"So I guess I should say thanks Renee, still helping me out after all these years. Bless."

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