As a widow, I have learned to embrace the joy and the sorrow. But it has definitely been a learning curve. When Jared first died, I could not, or would not, embrace the joy. I only wanted to feel ...
Battling my Demons I started to write this post earlier in the week then today as I was driving with my dad, I decided that there needed to be more of the truth behind this story. Battling my demons is ...
“Maybe I shouldn’t write for other widows as my audience.” “Why not?” “Because my narrative isn’t about missing my husband and the tender moments we shared in the end. I feel like an atypical widow that way. ...
When Jared died, my entire world changed. It doesn't mean that my world can't be good, or that I can't be happy, or have a life filled with joy. It just means my world has changed. But until you have ...
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. ...
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. ...
After a week where I am exhausted from the emotional burnout and stress from the week I just want to bake. Tonight, I thought about fall-themed baked goods. Pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, muffins, and to get ideas I went on ...
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 ...
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 ...