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 ...
There is so much going on in our lives right now. So much is happening. So much is changing. We are planning for my son’s future. And it hurts my heart that my late husband is missing it. Is not ...
Ladies, I am exhausted! I am sitting here wanting to write something profound. Something that will touch at least one widow on this difficult journey. But all I can think about is the fact that I am physically, emotionally, and ...
I went on a date last Saturday night...it was my first date with a new man I met in an online dating app. After two years of first dates, the only thing I know for sure is that you never ...
One of the main, and often most magical, ways in which I connect with my husband is in my dreams. Since childhood, I have always had the incredible fortune of having colourful, vivid dreams filled with illustrious imagery, intuitive ...
A sense of humor has been a huge part of my personality since I was a child. My favorite relatives, teachers, friends and more have been the ones that could easily make me laugh. Needless to say, my love of ...
Saying Goodbye Standing in front of a room full of people that I convinced myself all hated me I gave a goodbye speech to Matt. I talked about how much I loved my husband the whole time thinking that everyone ...
Monday Thoughts One year. 365 days. How has this happened? It is not possible. But it has been and that age-old saying that “time heals all wounds” yeah that is a lie. Time has made it so I can bear ...
The 7-year anniversary for Jared’s death or his angelversary as I call it, didn’t hit me as hard this year. The first year I was kind of numb, grateful to have survived that awful first year. The second year, ...