Many dates cause the heartache to resurface and tears to roll down our cheeks. They are usually days with significant meaning. An anniversary, a birthday, a child’s birthday, the first date, or the day we became a widow. Many days ...
The In-Between The machines kept you in the in-between. You weren’t really alive, but you weren’t officially dead. I remained in that wild space for as long as I possibly could. I lived in that holy, ...
Not too long into my own widowhood journey, I noticed something that happens once the newness of our loss has worn off for everyone but us: many of my friends, most of my lovely, wonderful support group had all but ...
When Should I Stop Wearing My Wedding Ring? ….If ever? I look down at my wedding ring and the anniversary band beside it regularly, twirling the diamonds back to their proper centered position. Depending on the day, I either smile ...
The phrase “It takes a village to raise a child” is widely used in American culture. However, I didn’t realize this adage's truth until my partner died suddenly and unexpectedly last October, and I became a widowed parent. I received ...
For those of you that have been following my journey, you know that moving on has been a struggle for me. About a year after Matt died, I tried and quickly knew I was not ready. In the last year ...
One of the things I miss the most about my husband was our strong emotional connection. We shared a common unspoken language by staying alert and knowledgeable of each other’s needs, problems, likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses. It was ...
May 3, 2023 was National Widow’s Day. And unfortunately, I am a member of that club. A club I never wanted to join. But I am surrounded by some of the strongest women I know. We support each other; lift ...
Today is National Widows Day. Ten years ago I had never heard of this day. Then my late husband died. And for the last 9 years this has been a day that I know all too well. Widowhood is a ...
My widow journey began on August 29, 2014. This means I’m closing in on eight years as a widow. What a thought. On the one hand, I'm eight years past the initial hurt I felt when he died. Healing has ...