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 ...
National Widows Day this year is on Wednesday, May 3, 2023. National Widows Day was established to heighten awareness of the struggles and hardships many widows experience after the death of her husband. The Hope for Widows Foundation reminds us ...
It isn’t black veils over gray hair. It isn’t wrinkly hands clasped in front of them standing at the cemetery. It isn’t (always) a 90 year old staring out the window at gloomy clouds day after day. There is no ...
Be patient with my heart it has been through so much. Be patient with my heart it experienced young traumas that hardened it. Be patient with my heart it is broken and is trying to put the pieces back together. ...
Why do so many say that the second year of grief is worse than the first? Is it the fact that in the first year, you imagine that by the end of that year some sort of former happiness ...