This is the first blog I’ve written in 7 months. Reason being is that this past year has been hard. In fact, it’s been hardest year I’ve ever had. And that includes the year Seth died. It’s been a hard ...
I am not the same person I was before Jared died. I am not the same person I was the day he died. I am not the same person I was 6 months ago. I feel like a mosaic. ...
I attended a writers’ conference two weeks ago. I’m still working (reworking) my plans for life without Rick after retirement. We had big plans for our golden years, well laid-out plans. We started our web design business in 2001 with ...
This treacherous pilgrimage between my old life and my future often amplifies the depth of alone. Sometimes I find myself drifting on wreckage all alone in the middle of an ocean with no land in sight. Sometimes it feels like ...
The last 7.5 years have been a journey for me. A journey into grief. A journey of survival. A journey about living. And on this journey of widowhood there has been much to learn. I have learned that I'm ...
Solo Parent? “I can’t imagine what it will be like to be a single parent.” A friend said this to me at lunch only a few weeks after my husband died suddenly from a heart attack. I think I just ...
Say Their Name. Remember. Honor. Amanda: Does walking today make you sad Me: No. Amanda: Jay has been having a hard time with it. Jay is my nephew Matt was the first major death that he has experienced. And while ...
Today I celebrate and honour my fur baby on his 8th birthday. Can you imagine surviving death without their unconditional support? I cannot. Welcome Audi Audi came into my life weeks after the unexpected death of my hubby. At the ...
Something was wrong and I did not know what. Sadness just hung over me. I struggled to get through another day. Things were not as easy as I would have liked at work, grandma was so confused at night, and ...
When my late husband died, my primary concern was my son. Would he be ok? Would tragedy change him? Who would be there for him when I couldn’t? And eight years later, my son is still my primary concern. And ...