Widows are searching for comfort. We find ourselves thrust into a whole new life when our soul mate and life partner we confided in, loved, and shared every aspect of our life with, is suddenly permanently removed from our physical ...
Forever Incomplete I have always struggled with the incompletes in life. I was a self proclaimed over achiever who couldn’t settle for anything less than finishing each task. Earning less than an A made me sad. Goals, to ...
One of the biggest, most ever-nagging situations that has persisted following my entrance into widowhood, has been the loss of security. And when I say security, I mean it in a variety of ways. There is actual security. Bret was ...
One of my most fatal flaws as a human is my inability to see the world in any sort of spectrum. I spend most of my days thinking, feeling, and living in absolutes. To me, this “black-and-white thinking” provides structure ...
An Alphabet of Grief A is for aches. Heart ache, head ache, stomach ache, you name it, it’s aching. B is for brain fog…. Followed by brain hurricanes, brain earthquakes and brain tornadoes. C is for comparison. My ...
Transitioning through grief is part of life’s incredible journey. Everyone experiences numerous opportunities for transformation and reinvention. The chapters of our life will include adventures, learning, and dreams. There will also be chapters where sorrow, loss, and uncertainty will be ...
Sister I am not sure if we became like mothers when we lost ours, or if we always were. Lost is an appropriate word because we are always searching for her. Maybe she’s hiding, and that’s why she’s ...
Some of us didn't get goodbyes. My husband angrily stormed out of the room and in mere moments, he was gone. There's a very big part of me that is glad that I didn't get a note, as I am ...
Grief You Are a Thief The life of a solo parent is a very challenging one, but perhaps the worst is the realization of all that grief has stolen from you. I wouldn’t have chosen to be a ...
The Hole in my Heart A new year begins and the hole in my heart doesn’t seem to be getting any smaller. I wonder if this is the way that grief will be impacting me for the rest of ...