Every now and then I hear one of those old songs from the 1940s that my parents used to listen to, and - wow - do those lyrics hit! The other night, as I lay awake in bed (as usual), I ...
I’m having a milestone birthday next week. The last day of the first month. I’ve always been a cheerleader for people celebrating their birthday. It’s the only day of the year that you were born, and we should be super-duper ...
Widows are searching for comfort. We find ourselves thrust into a whole new life when our soul mate and life partner we confided in, loved, and shared every aspect of our life with, is suddenly permanently removed from our physical ...
Forever Incomplete I have always struggled with the incompletes in life. I was a self proclaimed over achiever who couldn’t settle for anything less than finishing each task. Earning less than an A made me sad. Goals, to ...
One of the biggest, most ever-nagging situations that has persisted following my entrance into widowhood, has been the loss of security. And when I say security, I mean it in a variety of ways. There is actual security. Bret was ...
One of my most fatal flaws as a human is my inability to see the world in any sort of spectrum. I spend most of my days thinking, feeling, and living in absolutes. To me, this “black-and-white thinking” provides structure ...
An Alphabet of Grief A is for aches. Heart ache, head ache, stomach ache, you name it, it’s aching. B is for brain fog…. Followed by brain hurricanes, brain earthquakes and brain tornadoes. C is for comparison. My ...
Transitioning through grief is part of life’s incredible journey. Everyone experiences numerous opportunities for transformation and reinvention. The chapters of our life will include adventures, learning, and dreams. There will also be chapters where sorrow, loss, and uncertainty will be ...
Sister I am not sure if we became like mothers when we lost ours, or if we always were. Lost is an appropriate word because we are always searching for her. Maybe she’s hiding, and that’s why she’s ...
Some of us didn't get goodbyes. My husband angrily stormed out of the room and in mere moments, he was gone. There's a very big part of me that is glad that I didn't get a note, as I am ...