Photo by Skye Hatten Photography On Thursday, it was six months since I lost you. It was also your 41st birthday. I can’t believe it’s been 6 months since I last heard you say my name and I last felt ...
As widowed mothers, our lives often feel like a constant juggling act—balancing the demands of work, household responsibilities, and the overwhelming emotional weight of loss. I’ve found myself at times so consumed with trying to figure out how to pay ...
I went to my Pilates class and a song played. It hit me; I was unable to control it, so I just had to let it pass. I don’t know whether people around me caught on to what was happening, ...
I was once a firm believer in miracles. But then my life became tumultuous, culminating eventually with my husband unaliving himself. I had seen him pull through a life-threatening illness. I had seen him rise above multiple personal and legal ...
It's that time, again. The ten-day period between the anniversary of Rick's death and his birthday, the day we held his celebration of life. August 13th to August 23rd, 2017: the most painful time of my life. After seven years, ...
Allowing myself to be happy, after the death of my husband, always felt a little like betrayal. It felt like I was shouting from the highest peaks that life without him was enjoyable, like I didn’t care that he had ...
"Fish out of water” and “odd one out” are both great ways to describe life as a 39-year-old widowed mom of three young girls trying to navigate the perils of getting a college education. The first big decision is what ...
Our battle started in March 2021. The first few months we were, as Barrie himself put it “in good spirits”. We did all the treatments, in his case chemo and radiotherapy. He seemed to have killed the monster. We considered ...