What is the hardest day of your week? Every week without fail the hardest day in my grief is Sunday. With Saturday as a close second. Weekends are especially rough because a lot of traditional work schedules provide weekends ...
The 8 Worst Comments During My Grief & What I Wish They Said As we all make our way along this journey through grief, I’m sure you, like me have found that not all people intending to help you ...
Grief is an Emotional Roller Coaster. Stop the ride, please! I want to get off. This grief journey seems to be the longest roller coaster ride of changing emotions that I never actually chose to get in line to ...
From So Overjoyed to So Overwhelmed I always knew that life was filled with tests & trials, ups & downs, mountain top joys and sorrows in the valley, but knowing I had my husband as my constant seemed ...
Messy Mornings: 3 Choices I Have Each Day Early in my personal grief journey, sometimes one of the hardest times of the day was freshly waking up. A healthy deep sleep seemed to whisk me away into some sense ...
Who is that lady?.... I’m not her anymore. Scattered throughout my home are lovely photographs of the life I lived, loved, and lost. Hilarious moments as a so in love young couple and pair of new parents. Our first chances ...
The Little Things I Miss So much of sharing life with my sweet husband was made up of big moments, milestones and memories. The birth of traditions and the joyful adjustments to newlywed life. Each anniversary, vacation, date ...
The Deepest Kind of Loneliness As a widow, a woman experiences the deepest type of loneliness. Loneliness that cuts you deeply at your core. Loneliness that screams deep in your soul that the person who carried the deepest and ...
Fear: Grief's Constant Companion The life of widowhood and journey of grief seem to be inseparably paired with fear. Fear is grief’s constant companion. Fear of an unknown future. Fear that I have lost my identity. Fear of facing the ...
What kind of widow are you? & What kind would you like to be? Widow is a word that feels tattooed to my flesh against my will. Try as I might to scrub it away, conceal it, or pretend I ...