October 10th, 2021 Dear David, I will always love you, but, fuck you for dying on me, man. September 25th would have been our wedding anniversary. Facebook memories fill with wedding photos Sarah and I took with ...
Ladies, I am exhausted! I am sitting here wanting to write something profound. Something that will touch at least one widow on this difficult journey. But all I can think about is the fact that I am physically, emotionally, and ...
I went on a date last Saturday night...it was my first date with a new man I met in an online dating app. After two years of first dates, the only thing I know for sure is that you never ...
Wearing a Widow shoes and traveling on a journey down a road you rather not travel on. In the words of Robert Frost I wish I could turn back and take the road less traveled. The shoes that I am ...
One of the main, and often most magical, ways in which I connect with my husband is in my dreams. Since childhood, I have always had the incredible fortune of having colourful, vivid dreams filled with illustrious imagery, intuitive ...
A sense of humor has been a huge part of my personality since I was a child. My favorite relatives, teachers, friends and more have been the ones that could easily make me laugh. Needless to say, my love of ...
Saying Goodbye Standing in front of a room full of people that I convinced myself all hated me I gave a goodbye speech to Matt. I talked about how much I loved my husband the whole time thinking that everyone ...
Monday Thoughts One year. 365 days. How has this happened? It is not possible. But it has been and that age-old saying that “time heals all wounds” yeah that is a lie. Time has made it so I can bear ...
The 7-year anniversary for Jared’s death or his angelversary as I call it, didn’t hit me as hard this year. The first year I was kind of numb, grateful to have survived that awful first year. The second year, ...
Our first apartment was on a little street in Etobicoke called Callowhill drive. It was a sweet street that shared two high-rise apartments and a bunch of houses. Where kids learned to ride their bikes on the quiet laneways. Neighbours ...