Today is National Widows Day. Ten years ago I had never heard of this day. Then my late husband died. And for the last 9 years this has been a day that I know all too well. Widowhood is a ...
Today is the day of love. One that can be a joyous day. Full of laughter and celebration. It is also one that can be full of sorrow for anyone who has lost their love. The first Valentine's Day ...
The holidays are always a difficult time. I feel the loss of my late husband so much deeper this time of year. It doesn't matter how many years it's been since he died, I always wish he could be here ...
I recently received a comment from a reader. And she commented that since I talked about my new husband I'm obviously no longer a widow. That I should no longer be writing on this blog. And that my blogs should ...
Today is eight years. Eight years since my late husband died. Eight years since my world changed. Forever. Time after loss is a funny thing. It feels like forever and yesterday all at the same time. My heart does ...
Once again it is September. September used to be one of my favorite months of the year. I met my late husband in September. We had our first date in September. We were married in September. And we conceived ...
When my late husband died, I hated being home. Home had too many memories. It’s where we lived our lives. It was where he died. So to escape the pain of home, I traveled. A lot. If I was traveling, ...
I left my heart in Charleston. My son officially started his college career. And he has chosen the path less traveled. He is attending a military college, playing football, and participating in ROTC. Plus he will have a rigorous ...
In two weeks, my son will leave for college. And he is not going to a traditional university. Instead, he’s going to a military college to play football. And the knowledge that I will have extremely limited communication with him ...
It has been almost 8 years since Jared died. Eight years that feel like yesterday and forever at the same time. Eight years and so much has changed. Eight years and I have learned so much. I have learned ...