Yesterday, Rick and I would have celebrated our 24th wedding anniversary. It was the third one since he’s been gone. I made it through the fog of the first one. By the second one, I had adapted to life alone, ...
Moving three times this past year had one advantage: I did/do not have to walk around a home where Chuck and I spent so many days. I’ve talked to other widows and some say it’s hard, others not so much. ...
Life without a husband is hard. Like, really hard. I know my husband is here in spirit, and yes we talk daily. However he’s not here to wrangle the boys when I’m trying to cook dinner, or to take them ...
While Matt was the person that made me feel home and safe, Maine is the place that owns my heart. I have spent the last nine months lost. I have felt so alone even surrounded by people I know who ...
How I went from Wife to Widow to Happy I will always be my late husband’s wife. His legal documents all say as much, including the final ones. As of 3:11pm on February 11, 2018, however, I was no longer ...
My son recently did his senior photo session for school. It was another one of those bittersweet moments. A moment I wish his dad was here to witness. There have been so many countless bittersweet moments since Jared died. As ...
“Hello darkness, my old friend…” are the haunting lyrics of the beginning of the Simon and Garfunkel song, “The Sounds of Silence,” that have ebbed and flowed their way through the American musical fabric over the years. I know I ...
Widowhood has given me an entirely new definition of bravery. I used to think bravery meant doing something adventurous and daring or scary, like jumping out of a plane or risking your life to save a child in a fire. ...
Own your grief, but don’t let grief own you. You’ve been through hell on Earth. You’ve endured a loss only few can comprehend. You get to cry whenever you feel like it, for whatever reason. You get to be a ...