Today is eight years. Eight years since my late husband died. Eight years since my world changed. Forever. Time after loss is a funny thing. It feels like forever and yesterday all at the same time. My heart does ...
Birthdays will never be the same. Mine will always remind me of the people that are missing that always made it special. Dinner at grandma's was my thing to do every year except the four that I was away ...
When we find ourselves lost, deep in the pain of grief, we often cry out… why? Most widows reach a point when we wonder why God would allow such a thing to happen to us or our family. Our expectations, ...
Once again it is September. September used to be one of my favorite months of the year. I met my late husband in September. We had our first date in September. We were married in September. And we conceived ...
A few years ago, I wrote a short story about some of the things I felt at the time and some things I thought I may feel in the future as I went along in my life without my husband. ...
Grief and loss have a way of snatching the best of life and the best of dreams right out from under you. One day you stand before life- fully embracing all that you’ve planned, saved, and hoped for and suddenly ...
It's so weird when someone passes suddenly. One second they are here, the next, they just aren't. In the hours following my husband's suicide, I found evidence of him everywhere that my mind had a difficult time processing. His phone ...
This has been a very long weekend for me socially, but it was good. Like every other time I have an event coming up, I freak out before. Events that I always had him at as a buffer for when ...
When my late husband died, I hated being home. Home had too many memories. It’s where we lived our lives. It was where he died. So to escape the pain of home, I traveled. A lot. If I was traveling, ...
Does anyone else clean their bathroom at 11 pm because even though they are on day 14 of not sleeping much they are not tired? Because at night when you lay down the anxiety itch becomes real, and it makes ...