As the sixth anniversary of Rick's death approaches, I realize I’ve had many shifts in my attitude about how I view my life here alone. For about the first two years, my whole identity was that of a widow. I ...
Most widows wonder what our deceased spouses would say to our new loves. Here is a completely fictional, but hopefully comforting letter. A letter to the man who gets to love my family after my death. When you get to ...
I’ve been absent from the blogging world for over six months creating a safe place. The importance of creating, developing, defining and sustaining a safe place for my daughter and I supersedes all other concerns. We all take for ...
The Little Things I Miss So much of sharing life with my sweet husband was made up of big moments, milestones and memories. The birth of traditions and the joyful adjustments to newlywed life. Each anniversary, vacation, date ...
On Monday I said goodbye to my dog. The best thing for her but still ripped out my heart. I didn't want to go home that night to a house without her in it. Feeling exhausted knowing the tiredness of ...
It’s funny what you remember after a loved one dies. All the little details get stored in your brain like one big flash drive of memories just waiting to be downloaded at a moment’s notice. But nothing jogs the memory ...
Happy ever after is what we thought we were getting when we got married. The only problem is we did not get our happy endings. And we started our widowhood journeys. While we all joined this club for the same ...
It's possible for widows to find meaning and purpose in life again, even while acknowledging the pain of grief may never completely go away. We can choose to move forward in a positive way. The key is to be patient ...
The Deepest Kind of Loneliness As a widow, a woman experiences the deepest type of loneliness. Loneliness that cuts you deeply at your core. Loneliness that screams deep in your soul that the person who carried the deepest and ...
Lucky Let’s just say it. You are the lucky one, Ed. Dying is the answer to all of it. Life is a constant drum occluding the lyrics. When you die, you have flexible hours. You ...