365 Days ago I woke up a wife and went to bed a widow. 365 days ago my life as I knew it came to a screeching halt. 365 days ago I kissed my husband good bye and said I ...
Four Years and Counting I became a widow four years and 61 days ago. But who's counting? You are and I am. Oh please, I know you are. Every time I say his name or talk about him, I see ...
Sleep is such a precarious yet precious thing. We need it to function, feel terrible when we don’t have it and trying to get it is like trying to find gold in the desert. I used to be such a ...
I will never forget that chilly October morning 7 years ago when me and Nate's lives together were officially about to begin. We stood hand in hand on opposite sides of that cool stone wall at Spaghetti Warehouse downtown, and ...
Death brings about an abundance of things. Loss of life, lifestyle, income, homes, family, friends... the list is endless. For a while, our minds try to protect us by going numb. We are in shock, they say. And this phase ...
Things don’t bother me as much as they used to. I used to be a lot more tense than I am now, more anxious about everything that needed to be done. I often woke up in the morning with a ...
Facebook reminded me of a memory that was a turning point in my grief. In September 2016, I flew to Brazil for work. And I was advised to not wear any valuable jewelry. So for the first time since ...
Anger is the greatest motivator because it’s limitless. When discussing the stages of grief, psychologist recite the five stages of the Kubler-Ross Model: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression then Acceptance As most of us who are widowed now know this model ...
What do you do when life unexpectedly happens as a widow entrepreneur We went from “us” to “me” I have been an entrepreneur for 15 years along with my late husband Mr. Devan Johnson who we lost recently ...
There is a deep loneliness that encompasses my soul lately. It is similar to a shadow that follows you on a partly sunny day. It's always there. I'm keenly aware of the sunshine. But the longing for my husband and ...