Today is the 25th of the month. And a Monday. A date on the calendar that changed my life forever. A reminder of the worst day of my life. It’s been 49 months since that date on the calendar struck, and ...
I lost track of the days in July. Not for any other reason than so much has been happening all at once. Staying busy helps me. On Friday I had to sign some paperwork and it hit me. Tuesday is ...
Solo parenting can be rough. In our marriage, I was always the primary parent. Jeff worked a lot, and I was mostly a stay-at-home parent over the years. So, I am used to parenting falling mostly on my shoulders, but ...
My husband and I only discussed one of us dying when one of our close friends passed away. Looking back, it was a judgmental conversation of what we would do or feel instead of a productive one. We didn’t fully ...
I remember the early days after my husband's death when I longed for a dream of him or any sign that he was still around. I have always had intense dreams about my departed loved ones and usually consider them ...
Dip your toe into the water. Test it out to see if it is the correct temperature. It feels okay to step into it but not far. Go a bit further. Then realize you are not ready to take the ...
The wound that will never heal is the worst wound that one can ever experience. I can remember as a child I burned my leg on my brother's motorcycle. I was trying to get on it right after he parked ...
This past Tuesday was our 25th wedding anniversary and I celebrated alone, sitting under the windchimes in my gazebo. A small portion of Rick’s ashes are in the chimes, so I always feel like he’s with me when I sit ...
I was like a speeding locomotive with no brakes. A few months after my husband went to Heaven, I was forced to quarantine at the onset of the pandemic. My speeding locomotive crashed and crashed hard. It’s taken me a ...
I am no longer new at this “new normal” thing. I’ve been a widow for over a dozen years now. There have been so many life stages experienced, raising 3 kids during these years. When Gary died, the kids were ...