When Jared died, I swore I would never date again. Never love again. Never let someone else parent my child. Well, how things have changed. 26 months after Jared died, he sent me an incredible man. A man who loves ...
I am only in the beginning of my second year being a widow. The first year is all about the mountain of “firsts” that one has to get through, the obvious ones: first Christmas, Thanksgiving, every other holiday, birthdays, anniversaries. ...
I became a widow almost nineteen years ago. Though I was still walking, talking, and taking care of our children, I discovered that my life merely became a means of surviving each day. Of course, at the age of 33 ...
I dropped a handful of Todd’s socks from his sock drawer on the bed, tears welling in my eyes. I tried not to think about what I was doing or why. My sister in law had asked me weeks ...
Love. As famous poet, Alfred Lord Tennyson once said, "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all". In the past almost ten months, I have battled with this idea. I had felt love. Before ...
Words have always held a majestic place in my life. If you ask my mom, she would say that it started when I began to speak…. apparently I wouldn’t shut up after I started. It progressed with reading at an ...
I always knew I would be a widow. When I decided to marry Jared, I knew that unless some unforeseen tragedy struck, I would someday be a widow. I knew because of his cystic fibrosis, CF, I would most ...
Morning thoughts I woke up this morning and stretched my hand to the other side of the bed to only feel the mattress instead of you. And so the day begins again with the heartache of realizing you are ...
When my husband’s beautiful life left his permanently sleeping body on September 29th, 2016, he was 47 years and 239 days old. On Sunday, July 8th, 2018, I stood on the bank of a creek along a hiking trail at ...
It’s been a while since I have done anything grief related. No writing, no commiserating, not even much crying. I needed a break, but I’m back. I’m picking up where I left off. Grief never completely goes away. As nice ...