Keeping Busy Sometimes I consider myself lucky that Matt died while things were not normal and still sort of shut down. It allowed me to hide away from the world and deal with my feelings or not deal with them. ...
Home is often described as a place where we find: 🏠 safety 🏠 security 🏠 stability But, what does home mean to you NOW? Prior to the death of a partner, we often took home for granted. It was the ...
Bell Camp -2019 I am thankful that my two grandchildren were old enough to have spent time with my husband, Chuck. They have good memories of Grandpa, though not nearly as many as I wish they could have had. ...
For some widows, the idea of taking time out for oneself brings up dreaded thoughts of being alone. I for one, am the opposite. I’ve always enjoyed being alone with my thoughts and energy to reflect and ponder. Even as ...
It has been two years, ten months, twenty days, nineteen hours, and fifteen seconds since I have been a widow. I wish everyday that I could go back in time to the happiest days of my life. The good things; ...
I became a widow at age 43. Not super young, but not super old either. (As a proud member of Generation X, I am okay with being somewhere in the middle.) Regardless of my age, it hasn't been easy. ...
I had a dream and it was one of those dreams that when you wake up, you cry because you realize it was a dream. Since Bryan's death, dreams have been what I pray for every night. I pray for ...
Suggestion: Don’t take everyone’s advice. No one knows the intricacies of your widowhood. Don’t let anyone tell you what you should do and when you should do it. In time, you will get your routine down and see ...
My Husband Matt... I am at a sheep and wool festival this weekend with people who don't know my husband is dead. They don't know how much I enjoy talking to them. Because there is no pity in telling them ...
This Friday night will be my son’s senior night for football. A night for which he has worked so hard. A night he has earned. A night that will be bitter sweet. My late husband was my son‘s first ...