Tonight my heart aches. Aches in a way words cannot describe. Aches for a man who’s been gone for far too long. And lived for far too short a time. On Sunday, my late husband would be celebrating his ...
Just when you think you may understand what grief is and what your journey looks like, a wave of grief can move in and bring you to your knees. The waves of grief continue to swell. And, on some days, ...
Imagining the unimaginable Music has always been important in my life. Certain kinds of music. Smooth jazz, jazz standards, music with Caribbean/African rhythms, Classical music and Christian worship music. My tastes are as eclectic as my taste in colors and ...
Amid the pandemic, one common theme brought up by many physicians in differing specialties is concerns about mental health. Mental health is a public health concern especially during these trying and difficult times. Millions are out of work and are ...
It had been months since a smile had formed on my lips that didn’t betray my pain. And while joy seemed more like a Hollywood movie than a reality, I craved it to the point of longing. It was ...
A previous blog described how one of my former students gifted me with a selection of her homemade jams. What I left out of the story was my initial reaction to the package: I couldn’t open it. I had looked ...
In my 2077 days since I started this widow journey, I have learned so much. Death, grief, and survival have taught me more than I can write about. I have learned I am blessed to have those who are ...
Y’all, do you see that adorable little girl graduating from kindergarten? Isn’t she just precious!?!? Well, that adorable little girl has turned into this beautiful young lady. She is smart, hard working, and witty. I can’t even believe that she ...
I recently had to get his computer repaired. You see, he was a web developer and had SO much stuff on this iMac. The important things were photos and videos. I guess because i never had any issues with ...
It’s been almost two years since my husband passed away and I’ve not touched anything on his side of the closet. Other than the few sweatshirts of his I’ve worn, it’s remained exactly how he left it. Including the clothes ...