Some feel unrecognized, struggling to deal with the consequences of their partner’s death in a never-ending health crisis.
“It was really hard for me because I felt like, man, I’m all alone,” said Pamela Addison, 37, a teacher in Waldwick, NJ Her husband, Martin, a speech therapist who worked in a hospital, has passed away virus suites in April. “If Covid weren’t here, all of our husbands would still be here.”
Ms Addison eventually looked for other Covid-19 widows to talk to, and other women have managed to find each other by joining Facebook bereavement groups, which are also open to men. They forged ties similar to those found among other groups of women whose husbands died unexpectedly and prematurely, including military spouses or widows from the 9/11 terrorist attacks. The women called Zoom in July who live in the Chicago area have since become friends who meet for dinner and check in daily with quick texts.
Widows from the coronavirus have told a painful set of commonalities: the experience of frantically caring for their husbands when they’ve fallen ill, of worrying about when to take them to hospital, and of feeling haunted by the images of their partners dying without being loved by their side.
“The generation that I am, we took care of our husbands – that’s how we were raised,” said Mary Smith, of Beijing, Ill., Who lost her 64-year-old husband Mike. because of the virus. “It was our job to be their cheerleader. They used to have that, and all of a sudden you’re gone.
After her husband died, she scrolled through her phone and found the lonely photos he had taken from her hospital bed. His food, in a cardboard container. Oxygen machines. A selfie while wearing respiratory equipment.