This week begins what I refer to as our six weeks of grief hell. Sunday is Mother's Day. Friday is Steven’s 18th birthday. Thursday the 19th is Steven’s high school graduation. Tuesday June 7th would have been Jared’s 45th ...
I am not the same person I was before Jared died. I am not the same person I was the day he died. I am not the same person I was 6 months ago. I feel like a mosaic. ...
The last 7.5 years have been a journey for me. A journey into grief. A journey of survival. A journey about living. And on this journey of widowhood there has been much to learn. I have learned that I'm ...
When my late husband died, my primary concern was my son. Would he be ok? Would tragedy change him? Who would be there for him when I couldn’t? And eight years later, my son is still my primary concern. And ...
When my late husband died eight years ago, it not only changed me, it changed the way I parent our son. My husband and I had always been a team. We double teamed parenting. Bounced ideas off each other. Reassured ...
I will never forget the night Jared died. The night I held him in my arms as he took his last breath. The night my world changed. Going to bed that night hugging Jared’s pillow. My heart shattered in a ...
Death sucks. There is no nice way to say it. Death SUCKS!! This week has reminded me of how blessed I am to get live each and every day. And at the same time it has reminded me ...
Eight years ago I could never have imagined my life the way it is now. When I married Jared, I knew someday I would bury him. My head knew this. But my heart could never accept it. If my heart ...
My late husband died almost 8 years ago. And in those eight years, whenever there’s something going on, I find myself stopping to talk to him. Oftentimes I will say Jared, we need to chat. And I truly believe ...
When my late husband died, my world shattered. Life as I knew it came to a screeching halt. I had to redefine myself. Figure out who I was as a widowed, solo mom. And finding my new place ...