I’ve been under the weather for a couple of weeks, so I’ve had a lot of time to sit around reading and watching TikToks. I can’t recall now what I was reading, but something jumped out at me, a term ...
Loss has many faces. I thought it was just my husband’s face—the man I love and miss so dearly. It turns out loss is so much more. It’s the faces of those who left to join him—in my case… my ...
The Things I Leave Untouched Since my husband died suddenly in August 2021, I've intentionally avoided many specific things—people, restaurants, songs, TV shows, entire neighborhoods, and even certain highways and streets. It feels as though all of those things died ...
A cute little coffee cafe opened in my neighborhood today. I love local coffee shops. I enjoy seeing the unique personalities the owner brings to each through the décor, the homemade or locally made pastries, and of course the coffee. ...
Not all that long ago, I was told by a co-worker, in so many words, that my positivity is "too much" for him. "I don't need you to be so positive around me," he said. I was almost speechless for ...
After becoming widowed, I realized I was mourning a lot more than the death of my husband. I was mourning the other things that he and his mental illness took from me. Yes, my husband took a lot from me, ...
A few days ago, an acquaintance at church made small talk with me: “How’s life?” And I expected to feel all the normal rage that question elicits for us grievers. You know what I mean. We are the humans donning ...
The ache of compounded grief in widowhood is a particular kind of brutal. You thought you already did the hardest part. The early days—the raw, suffocating shock, the nights where breathing itself felt like betrayal, the way the world kept ...
June 8 would have been 13 years of marriage. It is the 5th anniversary without my husband. Odd how the experience of that date changes. The first year.... I remember the agony of anticipating experiencing our youngest son's 2nd birthday,Father's ...